Tekst:
Full Blooded

me, but if they knew me I don't really think they wanna do nothin' to me nigga [Chorus x2] [Full Blooded] I flash the tank when dem niggas don't

We met up, met up and im fed up, and ? motherfucker from your chest to your neck ya head up, execution is what we call it in New Orleans In New Orleans

used to be a typical winner Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner Cause as a kid, I didn't consider that I would get the opportunity to be a full

[Slug] I sat down and put a fifty on the bar A whisky and a beer, let's forget where we are And keep 'em coming till I drink that whole grant up Filling

[Slug] You know you fucked up right? Bye bye, wish you luck with life But I'd be damned if, I let you manage to bless that blade and keep taking advantage

[Slug] You motherfuckers ain't on my shelf I should jump back and try to french kiss myself The boy fell in the well and lived to tell Put my voice in

a cluster of struggles Muster up the guts to tattoo 'em on your knuckles Broken models causing troubles Frozen nostrils, solve that puzzle How many photo albums full

overwork the nurses, And you can find more lying than at a circus, Tommy's sitting in the hospital waiting room, Pray to god that the doctor will take him soon, Blood

the person you always was I wont always reprimand It takes to long for you to understand The blood stays on the blade And blood drips from the knuckles