Blood Brothers - Lyrics - Cappadonna

(feat. Lounge Mode) (Chorus X4: Cappadonna (Lounge Mode)) Blood Brothers (SUUUUUUU!!!!!) (Cappadonna) All y'all hatin' *** MC's Run 4 Cover Long live Cappadon' that's word to mother I'm a Staten Island slike *** 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 ***' ho's all night, that's the goal And there's a bunch of y'all *** that's feelin' the O. But do I give a *** about y'all? I don't think so I clap one of y'all *** and leave you flat And the rest of y'all *** *** ***'ll fall back It's the C-to the A-P in ya mouth Cold stab y'all ***, what the *** 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? *** still frontin' like we ain't got *** 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 *** 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 *** and sleep together In the Hood we pack eat together What you think? Y'all *** 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 ***, 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, ***, and stack cheddar I don't think I'm better, I'm just a true blue *** 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' *** for bringin' fam dogs together And my big *** go right in ya heffer (Chorus X4)