Blood Brothers lyrics

f/ Lounge Mode



* Cappa repeats "Blood Brothers" throughout the song



[Chorus X4: Cappadonna (Lounge Mode)]

Blood Brothers (SUUUUUUU!!!!!)



[Cappadonna]

All y`all hatin` ass MC`s Run 4 Cover

Long live Cappadon` that`s word to mother

I`m a Staten Island slike nigga straight from the gutters

And every time you see me, I always got the butters

And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow

I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow

Travel across the globe, show after show

We fuckin` ho`s all night, that`s the goal

And there`s a bunch of y`all niggaz that`s feelin` the O.

But do I give a shit about y`all? I don`t think so

I clap one of y`all niggaz and leave you flat

And the rest of y`all bitch ass niggaz`ll fall back

It`s the C-to the A-P in ya mouth

Cold stab y`all niggaz, what the fuck y`all talkin` about?



[Chorus X4]



[Interlude: Cappadonna]

Homicide Hills, Staten Island

That`s what it is



[Lounge Mode]

Aiyo Cap what you speak about? Niggaz still frontin`

like we ain`t got shit to make a cat start runnin`

What? We blood for life, we thug for life

Y`all remember in the crib when we bugged at night?

Mama Love always screamed on us

And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us

Motherfuckers wan` get it gully back to back

Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack

And we ride together, rhyme together

Eat together, talk shit and sleep together

In the Hood we pack eat together

What you think? Y`all niggaz keep frontin` I`ma bleed ya leather

L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up

How you feel about fam dogs sneakin` up?



[Chorus X4]



[Cappadonna]

What`s wrong with y`all? I`ma sing a song for y`all

Pop off `til I get along with y`all

I`ma stay strong with y`all

Knucklehead niggaz, Shaolin volume two

Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol

Pop the pistol at the police that`s disturbin` the peace

Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease

I`m just tryin` to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar

I don`t think I`m better, I`m just a true blue nigga

But the hood is redder

Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta

Original Don Don, and jelly green Nike`s on kid the green leather

I ain`t sweatin` shit for bringin` fam dogs together

And my big dick go right in ya heffer



[Chorus X4]
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