Blood Brothers Lyrics

Blood Brothers lyrics

f/ Lounge Mode



* Cappa repeats "Blood Brothers" throughout the song



[Chorus X4: Cappadonna (Lounge Mode)]

Blood Brothers (SUUUUUUU!!!!!)



[Cappadonna]

All y'all hatin' ass MC's Run 4 Cover

Long live Cappadon' that's word to mother

I'm a Staten Island slike nigga straight from the gutters

And every time you see me, I always got the butters

And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow

I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow

Travel across the globe, show after show

We fuckin' ho's all night, that's the goal

And there's a bunch of y'all niggaz that's feelin' the O.

But do I give a shit about y'all? I don't think so

I clap one of y'all niggaz and leave you flat

And the rest of y'all bitch ass niggaz'll fall back

It's the C-to the A-P in ya mouth

Cold stab y'all niggaz, what the fuck y'all talkin' about?



[Chorus X4]



[Interlude: Cappadonna]

Homicide Hills, Staten Island

That's what it is



[Lounge Mode]

Aiyo Cap what you speak about? Niggaz still frontin'

like we ain't got shit to make a cat start runnin'

What? We blood for life, we thug for life

Y'all remember in the crib when we bugged at night?

Mama Love always screamed on us

And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us

Motherfuckers wan' get it gully back to back

Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack

And we ride together, rhyme together

Eat together, talk shit and sleep together

In the Hood we pack eat together

What you think? Y'all niggaz keep frontin' I'ma bleed ya leather

L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up

How you feel about fam dogs sneakin' up?



[Chorus X4]



[Cappadonna]

What's wrong with y'all? I'ma sing a song for y'all

Pop off 'til I get along with y'all

I'ma stay strong with y'all

Knucklehead niggaz, Shaolin volume two

Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol

Pop the pistol at the police that's disturbin' the peace

Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease

I'm just tryin' to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar

I don't think I'm better, I'm just a true blue nigga

But the hood is redder

Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta

Original Don Don, and jelly green Nike's on kid the green leather

I ain't sweatin' shit for bringin' fam dogs together

And my big dick go right in ya heffer



[Chorus X4]