Take It In Blood

Lyrics

[Intro: Zay] Yo, Cuba, we gotta talk to these niggas, man (Apply the pressure beyond measure, we runnin' this show) [Verse: Cuban Link] Let it rain, let it rain, welcome to the House of Pain The last of the Gladiators done broke up out his chain I do it for the honor, respect and love for the game But nowadays they gotta see blood to be entertained So I came to conquer, I'm a lyrical monster Got these so-called street fighters bitin' like Bronca Little rump-a-room writers, soon this Willy Wonka Me, I'm New York's finest, The Bronx is my sponsor So fuck launchin' a publicity stunt, just try dissin' me, punk The Coast Guards'll be fishin' your fronts Take your face to a shotty, have you kissin' the pump Take your breath out your body like you missin' your lungs Is this what you want, I'm more guts and glory Up in my territory, I'm fallen in worry, it's category Known as the son of Tony because of my thug story And I don't need my homies to bust they slugs for me I'm a real O.G., bout my D-O-E A man of business, that's why I started M.O.B So blame it all of me, now we back on-key CLK when it comes to beef, I O.D Son, on beats, I'm a savage like a beast wreakin' havoc I'm a prodigy plus I mob deep, the greek is static Let you have it with the gat, the revolver, the automatic Put a park put through your cabbage with a bullet you carryin' [Chorus: Zay & Cuban Link] Yo, I vacation enough, now I'ma take it in blood In this race against time, I'm tired of chasin' the love Ain't no way to get up, I'm comin', gunnin', with a nation of thugs Going out blastin', fuck facin' the judge Yo, I vacation enough, now I'ma take it in blood In this race against time, I'm tired of chasin' the love Ain't no way to get up, I'm comin', gunnin', with a nation of thugs Going out blastin', fuck facin' the judge [Post-Chorus: Zay & Cuban Link] Nigga, that's how we rock, we roll Take control, gangsta, run that Niggas who owe remake and got fold (Apply the pressure beyond measure, we runnin' this show) Nigga, that's how we rock, we roll Take control, gangsta, run that Niggas who owe remake and got fold (Apply the pressure beyond measure, we runnin' this show)