If You Blood Throw It Up by 47 Miller Gang
If You Blood Throw It Up lyrics
If u blood thro it up [x4]
Bz up cz down,cz up side down, bz up uptown,
Bz up downtown, cz down in btown, bz up in btown, only time I say b down wen they b tryin b down, I rep 1 4 red an I rock btown, RB back streets,stand up and breathe now, so if u blood nigga start throwin them cz down, fuck that, the whole hood start throwin them cz down, start throin them b�z up, thro RB up, back streets till u die, start rollin dat weed up, if u need sum trees that�s wut got re-up, we got no love for ya ass if u throwin them cz up, see around here them cz don�t rock, fuck goin to tha bookin�z, around here the dz git knocked, cz we, Keep them blocks and we pop back cottles, so come to the block an watch a crab git dropped.
If u blood thro it up [x8]
NigGaz b talkin crazy till u hook off man
I stay wid tha shotgun on me, like a football playa That is so gangsta, wen they wid they crew, I swear a folk by himself wen he took off man..
What? What he gon do? What? What he gon do? Nuttin he frontin until we roll up wid them chevy�s dumpin, im�a pimp nigga, I take the wife from the husband, if u aint knockin u buggin, n suttins gon be wutchu bumpin�uh�
Convorsation is all of the suttin, and I think these faggots is the one�s to blame, I putta a slug n ya brain , juss to pop ya chain, 5z up, 6 down, bz up in ctown, nigga any folks in this club, they betta leave now, b/c thes homies outside n they holdin them clips round, wen they seein them blue flags, itz gittin clipped down, b/c that�s how we do It� in blood town
If u blood thro it up [x8]
Yo, Ayo
I got bloods in manhattan like taxi cabs, I don�t eat sea food, so fuck them crabs, I got homies on the set that bust @ crabs, I got homies in muh set that bust at crabs, so, thro ya flags up n rep yo set, I sed, thro ya flags up n rep yo set, uh, 5 wz poppin 6 wz droppin dnt stop squeezin till the dz start knockin, I be da B to da L to da double O D Y, T-A-Z, now yall can all see why, I repsected in the hood, cz I stay fly, gangsta to da bone, now let them slugs fly, blood till I die, an I rep that eastside, wishes poppin to muh big homie known as eas-side, if its me put in the heat, you cn take mine, I gotcha back homie, like in the war... its crunch time
If u blood thro it up [x8]
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