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 niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas 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 niggas always force you to take it back to the streets?
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat?
Motherfuckers 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 niggas make me laugh
Y'all niggas 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

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my niggas 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 niggas, 'cause niggas lust figures
Plus niggas is scared to bust niggas rush niggas
Doing with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time
Fucking with the streets you ain't feeling nothing but mine
Tired of hearing niggas rhyme and don't say shit
Fuck is on a niggas 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 niggas do we don't forget shit
If you were there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick
No hitchhikers, fuck that, the ride was rough
And every nigga that was with us, they time was rough
A lot of niggas that is with us, ain't cried enough
So now when niggas come and get us, we fires 'em up

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what

Motherfuckers, thought that the X would stop
But I got niggas 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, motherfucker

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): EARL SIMMONS, KASSEEM DEAN