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, nigga (Uh-huh) And you ain't gettin' shit, nigga (Nothin') Get buried in a ditch, nigga You, you and your bitch, nigga I got the Glock, spin your block, I'ma make it hot Who you robbin'? Nobody, you can take the shot I rob niggas, 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 fuckin' make so loud? I don't care, even God could fuckin' give a shout Dumb fucker, blood sucker, I'll gun-butt you And cut you, say somethin', you stupid motherfucker [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 niggas Them bullet wounds got his partner screamin', "Breathe, nigga, breathe, nigga" 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 shit, actin' like it jams, you ain't know shit My brodie had to go and sit behind attempted murder I think he tried to body you behind this nigga's murder Yeah, that's on some whole other shit Hundred thousand worth of chains on, we ain't tuckin' shit, nigga Ayy, fuck a bitch I ain't fuckin' if you fucked the bitch If she ain't twerkin' up a chicken, I don't want the bitch 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 nigga off the Percs for real, he got a med problem Turn a bad bitch 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 motherfuckin' trunk If I'm shootin', better duck, nigga, 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 nigga 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, nigga, fuck the law Niggas'll kill you for the same shit 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