Song Lyrics

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood!
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood;
All of my n****s get down like what.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood;
All of my n****s get down like what.

My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines;
I say, "stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine."
Why them n****s always force you to take it back to the streets?
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat?
Motherf***ers think you sweet till your chest gets messed up.
Two days later he's dressed up; let him rest up.
He ain't going nowhere, no time soon;
Remember high noon? Last thing he heard was boom.
Can I get some room, or do I gots ta make me a path?
Break you in half; fake n****s make me laugh.
Y'all n****s is funny, still talking about money,
And ain't got none; get the shotgun 'cause you hungry.
It's about to get ugly when the lights is out.
One, two, three, ho, that's three strikes you out.
His knife was out; I think they found it still in his hand.
He in a bag, and I'm over here, killing his man.

[Chorus]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood;
All of my n****s get down like what.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood;
All of my n****s get down like what.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood;
All of my n****s get down like what.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood;
All of my n****s get down like what.

I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong,
And I'm starting to get that same feeling that kept me wrong.
Can't afford to trust n****s, 'cause n****s lust figures;
Plus n****s is scared to bust n****s - rush n****s.
Doing with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time.
F***ing with the streets; you ain't feeling nothing but mine.
Tired of hearing n****s rhyme and don't say s***;
F*** is on a n****s mind, why don't they quit...
Sucking my dick, looking for something new?
Let your man hold something, with your hold-something crew.
You know how n****s do; we don't forget s***;
If you were there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick.
No hitchhikers, f*** that, the ride was rough,
And every n**** that was with us, they time was rough.
A lot of n****s that is with us, ain't cried enough,
So now when n****s come and get us, we fires 'em up.

[Chorus]

Motherf***ers, thought that the X would stop,
But I got n****s like: 'yo, who's the next to drop?'
From his camp get the stamp, grand champ, it's official.
Think when you die, how many's gonna miss you?
Lean over in your casket and kiss you;
Send you on your way with a blessing,
And pray that another learned a lesson.
Smith and wesson ended money's life, now money's wife's a widow.
(Gave it to him full blast?), nah, dog, just a little.
Besides rap, I don't talk, but make plenty of moves.
I'll murder ten of you fools, before your ready to choose.
Either win or you lose, and I luh to win,
Even if it means I got to shed blood again.
Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me;
Really thought that what you said would either make me or break me?
No, and it don't take me long to write;
Matter fact I think I'll drop another song tonight, motherf***er.
Come on!

[Chorus]

Kasseem Dean, Earl Simmons

The duration of Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood is 4:33 minutes and seconds.