Wu-Blood Kin

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] 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 Darkman] The garden of redemption, half of my clan is fenced in For being lynch men, never listen like Sonny Liston On Riker's pissing 25 was no surprise He shot 3 niggas left one paralyzed With bloody palms, them niggas tried to rape his moms Son shooting at their chest shells went through his charm On Saint Nick call that Branson weed spot kid Two niggas dead, history, like a pyramid He ran with cleaves to an island off in Florida Keys Bent out, dunn had a three-story penthouse 450 feet off South Beach Young fakes made the news on the New York streets Extraordinary he sent his men to see the nigga buried Check the sum though, DT Joe Colombo Got a tip Brent was out in Florida on the low Pushing a Benz-O, six-O-O and more He selling smoke out the store, po kicked in the door Brent was in the back gambling With 2 pounds of green on the table My dunn escape route was unstable Of course, he fucked up sniffing white horse The German's hit his laboratory with the task force Brent was too high 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 Brent to death like a '88 fiend [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] 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 2: 12 O'Clock] Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool Keep your cool, feds knocking on the door soon See, they heard about that cat you murdered in the pool room You should've swarmed on 'em, stayed in late, luring doom on 'em Jet skied 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 pulled it on 'em 357 snub-nosing on 'em Some bitches that was bugging for him you know 'em The bitches probably still be holding Went to 25 years on 'em they growing Now back to the shits with the twelve on it to be on it 12 O'Clock is on it Darkman on it And niggas don't want it [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] 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