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DJ Kay Slay

"They Want My Blood (Remix)"

[Intro]
What you want from me?
Such a tragedy

[Chorus]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

[Verse 1: Casanova]
I'm right here, n*gga (Uh-huh)
And you ain't gettin' sh*t, n*gga (Nothin')
Get buried in a ditch, n*gga
You, you and your b*tch, n*gga
I got the Glock, spin your block, I'ma make it hot
Who you robbin'? Nobody, you can take the shot
I rob n*ggas, didn't care if it was fake or not
I'm an ape, break your face, I like to shake a lot
Are you scared? Why you tryna f*ckin' make so loud?
I don't care, even God could f*ckin' give a shout
Dumb f*cker, blood sucker, I'll gun-butt you
And cut you, say somethin', you stupid motherf*cker

[Chorus]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Sweep left with the street sweeper
Gang task told the chief that I'm the ringleader
Took him out his mama's house, we tryna feed n*ggas
Them bullet wounds got his partner screamin', "Breathe, n*gga, breathe, n*gga"
I might pull up in the Jeep with the doors kit
It's a purified package if her nose drip
Pokémon, left the crime scene with a whole clip
Dumb sh*t, actin' like it jams, you ain't know sh*t
My brodie had to go and sit behind attempted murder
I think he tried to body you behind this n*gga's murder
Yeah, that's on some whole other sh*t
Hundred thousand worth of chains on, we ain't tuckin' sh*t, n*gga
Ayy, f*ck a b*tch
I ain't f*ckin' if you f*cked the b*tch
If she ain't twerkin' up a chicken, I don't want the b*tch
Pull up army head to toe, what you want to spend?
Hurry up and buy, thanks guys, come again

[Chorus]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
Big dawg, one in the head, one in the body
Always been one of the shooters, never the driver
.40 Glock come with a broom, sweep up the problems
Stay with the cannon, no Nick, we just wildin'
Blood in my veins, my pocket, and on my red bottoms
Separate the real from the fake, watch when the feds got 'em
My n*gga off the Percs for real, he got a med problem
Turn a bad b*tch to a bobblehead, her head bobbin'
Mobbin' with the K there before I was a player
I turn a double R to twenty birds of Jada
Then moved into picket like Will before the label
We ball so hard like the ball's on every layer
LA Power with white boy
Red rag gang, everything to the right, boy
Been had a bag, told 'em all I'm alright, boy
So keep your opinion if you all didn't work for it
Everybody thuggin' til a thug come runnin' with a gun
Big enough to pull a slug in the motherf*ckin' trunk
If I'm shootin', better duck, n*gga, don't test
And you better check in when you hit the West
JM

[Chorus]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

[Verse 4: Shoota]
They want my blood, I can't snooze
No kids in this game, we play by man rules
Caught slippin', better have on your dance shoes
Or get dusted off by a bum n*gga that share tools
Tell whoever want me get in line
Just did a nine-two in the jobs to sit inside
Coach recognized I was too live to sit on pine
Put me in the game, I was frontline, out gettin' mine (Shoota)
Outlaw, n*gga, f*ck the law
n*ggas'll kill you for the same sh*t they love you for
So read my lips, I leave y'all stiff
I ain't scammin' with these joints, all my P's is hit
Look, I stand up straight, my knees don't bend
My posture good, need no friends
And I see no sin, you gettin' money to feed your kin
Put in work like SI until the RICO spin, oh

[Chorus]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

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