Bleed the Same Blood

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton] (Yeah!) We all bleed the same blood (Yeah!) And we beat on the same drum (Yeah!) It's not about where ya at (Yeah!) It's about where you come from And I'mma keep on thuggin 'til the day I DIE! (Yeah!) Oh yeah (Yeah!) (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) [Verse 1: Maino] Unstoppable, yo, Maino! Ran up in Atlantic, told 'em let me go Smack my A&R and grabbed him by his throat Playin with my life'll get you yellow-taped Runnin in and out of church like I'm the yellow Ma$e All-black fleet like when Obama get in Missiles aimed at yo' building like Osama livin "Fuck 'em all" is what I'm screamin from that Mase' seat (How About Some Hardcore) like it's '93 Think deep, feel the pain in my homie's face And only then you'll understand why my homies bang Strapped up, this is us, fuck a deal nigga Gun boys be like "Maino is a real nigga" Yeah, me and Bust bleed the same blood Handcuffed to the bus, we the same thugs Never fear, just know that I'mma ride for ya All black baby welcome to my mafia [Hook] I gotta tell somebody yeahhhhh [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I'm passionate about gettin this money Handlin those that be plottin on takin it from me Some of these niggas forgot I be makin it funny We're spendin like my fingers rotten then papercut bloody In case you ain't knowin we back dominatin the country Until I make these niggas black with the strength of a monkey Balenciaga boss, bitch address me as Mister Eat salmons and tortellini down at the Bella Vista We move in silence bitch you better whisper And sizzle the street with the heat until it hella blister So much bottles, got 'em for every drinker So much head I be callin mami a heavy thinker Victorious like a nigga conquered another nation Buyin bottles and drinkin to drown the sufferation Could give a fuck about your plan, watch how I handle that If it ain't YMCMB or Conglomerate, cancel that! [Hook] I gotta tell somebody, yeahhhhhhhh [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] So inspirin when a nigga doubt Look around and see how niggas try to count me out Only if niggas stepped in my shoes and took a walk And thought of shit I sacrificed I wouldn't have to talk And I'm like a bitch's blouse on a clothesline And treatin how I stumbled on another goldmine While embracin what God be havin for me You can never stop what is destined, I hope you're happy for me