LYRIC
This how we gon' put it down
Dem gangsta niggaz from J. C. Center court 12th
3rd Avenue, my block
Nigga, murder murder mayne
I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast
Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload
Hit 'em below [Young Buck] His fuckin knees
Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's
A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me? [Rizin Sun] You know the player when we get there, kill e'rything in there
Leavin no clues, like we never even been there [Young Buck] Life ain't fair, but fuck it it's a new year
I'm grabbin my strap, cockin it back, and boo-yaa
We almost thay-urr [Rizin Sun] Lock down the spot
Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot [Young Buck] One of them all day killers, who's hard to spot
Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not [Chorus: both 2X] It's blood in – blood out – and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin high – nigga I'm ridin high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big
Cause I'm clearin the block – oh I'm clearin the block [Rizin Sun] We did our job, now we on the next mission
The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin [Young Buck] No bullshittin, see they don't know just how we livin
I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison [Rizin Sun] Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride
I need the money, I can't wait a long time [Young Buck] Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line
Just to get our shine on, now it's our time [Rizin Sun] Believe that, it's our turn
Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned [Young Buck] We all must learn, that money is the key to life
And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin right [Chorus with minor variations] [Young Buck] Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love
Niggaz snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood [Rizin Sun] Life lookin like my momma said it would
Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block [Young Buck] My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
From J. C. The center court life's hard knocks [Rizin Sun] Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop?
(Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped [Young Buck] Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block [Rizin Sun] Oh it's on now, let's take the back route
Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out [Chorus:] [Rs] Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
[Yb] Nuttin but gangsta niggaz – be clearin the block
[Rs] Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck
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