Wu Blood Kin Lyrics

Wu Blood Kin lyrics

featuring Ghostface Killah 12 O'Clock

Chorus: Ghostface

Young Gods
when you killed them guns you kill sons
Can't get into the pen for murder
one
I rather be rich lay back and spark that shit
Killed now son of 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
Nicks
Call that branch the 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 C on SouthPeak
Young fakes made the move
on the New York street
Extraordinary he flipped his man to see the nigga
bury
Check the sub though, heat key Joe Colombo
Got a kid welled out in
Florida on the low
Pushin' a Benz-O, sips O-O and mo'
He selled his smoke
out the store
Boe kicked in the door
Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2
pounds of green on the table
My dunn escaped out with guns stable
Of
course, he fucked up sniffing white whores
The German's in his laboratory
with the task force
Bring it too hot we self cock the full five
First
sneaky hit the back caught a shell through his eye
He screamed,
The rest
of his police team
Got ripped to death like a 88 jeans

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)