Wu-Blood Kin

Chorus: Ghostface Young Gods when you killed them guns you kill sons Then get sent to the pen for murder one I rather be rich, lay back and fuck a chick Can't now son I'm being hit by a bullet Verse 1: LA The garden of redemption Half of my clan is fenced in For being lynchmen, never listening Like Sonny Listen On Riker's pisten 25 was no surprise He shot 3 niggas left one paralysed With bloody palms Them niggas tried and raped his moms Start shooting at his chest Shells went to his charms on Saint Nick Call that Branson weed spot kid 2 niggas dead, history, like a pyramid He mailed the cleves to an island off the Florida Keys Bent out, dunn had a 3 story penthouse 450 feet off South Beach Young fakes made the move on the New York street Extraordinary he sent his man to see the nigga bury Check the sum though, DT Joe Colombo Got a tip Bran was out in Florida on the low Pushin' a Benz-O, sips O-O and mo' He selled his smoke out the store Po kicked in the door Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the table My dunn's escape route was unstable Of course, he fucked up sniffing white horse The German's in his laboratory with the task force Bran was too hot reached up, cocked the four-five First DT hit the back caught a shell through his eye He screamed The rest of his police team Shot ripped to death like a '88 fiend Chorus (starts at end of 2nd last line of verse1) Verse 2: 12 O'Clock Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool Keep your cool feds be knocking on the door soon Said they heard about that cat you murdered the boom boom You shoulda swooped on 'em stayed Wake Water do 'em on him Jet skiied on 'em then flew around corner on 'em 4 o'clock in the morning I threw the ski mask on 'em My little man's on the corner when I plant it on 'em 357 slug nosing on 'em Some bitches that was bugging for him you know 'em Some bitches problem still be holding 20, 25 years on 'em they growing Now back with the shit with the twelve burner to be on it 12 O'Clock is on it Darkman on it And niggas don't want it Chorus (till fade)