(feat. Big Mike, DMG, Yukmouth)
[Verse 1:]
[DMG]

You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,

I'm from the hood
^!$$%,
I gives a $#&@ (I gives a $#&@)

It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these ^!$$%s
And till I die I gon remain with these ^!$$%s

St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'
I put it down yes

Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some %#@! about some blacks
^!$$%, this been your $$# back

Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields ^!$$%
These ^!$$%s will kill

This ain't no cap-gun shots, ^!$$%
This a Glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your block

Knock, knock
Whut's up ^!$$%?
These sirenes start singing

It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend

Creepin, seekin'
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks

I'm dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G

And I bring the B-O-M-B-?
^!$$%


[Chorus]
[Yukmouth]
It's In My Blood

Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And $#&@in wit these thugs, ^!$$%
That's In My Blood

You wonder why us ^!$$%s be hustelers
And out there slingin' drugs, ^!$$%
That's In My Blood

That drug money, stuff that %#@! up under the rug
And make that ^!$$% bug, ^!$$%
It's In My Blood

^!$$%s like me turn ^!$$%s like you into hustelers
$#&@in wit us, $#&@in wit us!


[Verse 2:]
[Yukmouth]
It's in my veins

Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's

Back in the day when %#@! was crackin'
^!$$%s pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'

For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they in cavage

Lavage %#@!
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,

stuffin' that %#@! up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we love money

I'm a ^!$$%, he's a ^!$$%,
would you like to be a ^!$$% too
Makin' big scrilla like these ^!$$%s do

You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake
It takes

28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight

My ^!$$%s just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio
So $#&@ these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear,

and $#&@ with your mind
^!$$%

[Chorus]


[Verse 3:]
[Big Mike]
^!$$%s betray themselves as low key,
broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it

That type of bull%#@! is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was
Nothin' nice

^!$$%s know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
(*##$es lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush,
bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast

Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
^!$$% for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point,
not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery

Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to %#@! and praise to the farmer innercist

Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the %#@! that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood


[Chorus x2]