They Want My Blood (Remix)

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]

What you want from me?

Such a tragedy

[Chorus: DJ Kay Slay]

They want my blood, they want my blood

[Verse 1: Casanova]

I'm right here, nigga (Uh-huh)

And you ain't gettin' shit, nigga (Nothin')

Get buried in a ditch, nigga

You, you and your bitch, nigga

I got the Glock, spin your block, I'ma make it hot

Who you robbin'? Nobody, you can take the shot

I rob niggas, didn't care if it was fake or not

I'm an ape, break your face, I like to shake a lot

Are you scared? Why you tryna fuckin' make so loud?

I don't care, even God could fuckin' give a shout

Dumb fucker, blood sucker, I'll gun-butt you

And cut you, say somethin', you stupid motherfucker

[Chorus: DJ Kay Slay]

They want my blood, they want my blood

[Verse 2: Mozzy]

Sweep left with the street sweeper

Gang task told the chief that I'm the ringleader

Took him out his mama's house, we tryna feed niggas

Them bullet wounds got his partner screamin', "Breathe, nigga, breathe, nigga"

I might pull up in the Jeep with the doors kit

It's a purified package if her nose drip

Pokémon, left the crime scene with a whole clip

Dumb shit, actin' like it jams, you ain't know shit

My brodie had to go and sit behind attempted murder

I think he tried to body you behind this nigga's murder

Yeah, that's on some whole other shit

Hundred thousand worth of chains on, we ain't tuckin' shit, nigga

Ayy, fuck a bitch

I ain't fuckin' if you fucked the bitch

If she ain't twerkin' up a chicken, I don't want the bitch

Pull up army head to toe, what you want to spend?

Hurry up and buy, thanks guys, come again

[Chorus: DJ Kay Slay]

They want my blood, they want my blood

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]

Big dawg, one in the head, one in the body

Always been one of the shooters, never the driver

.40 Glock come with a broom, sweep up the problems

Stay with the cannon, no Nick, we just wildin'

Blood in my veins, my pocket, and on my red bottoms

Separate the real from the fake, watch when the feds got 'em

My nigga off the Percs for real, he got a med problem

Turn a bad bitch to a bobblehead, her head bobbin'

Mobbin' with the K there before I was a player

I turn a double R to twenty birds of Jada

Then moved into picket like Will before the label

We ball so hard like the ball's on every layer

LA Power with white boy

Red rag gang, everything to the right, boy

Been had a bag, told 'em all I'm alright, boy

So keep your opinion if you all didn't work for it

Everybody thuggin' til a thug come runnin' with a gun

Big enough to pull a slug in the motherfuckin' trunk

If I'm shootin', better duck, nigga, don't test

And you better check in when you hit the West

[Chorus: DJ Kay Slay]

They want my blood, they want my blood

[Verse 4: Shoota]

They want my blood, I can't snooze

No kids in this game, we play by man rules

Caught slippin', better have on your dance shoes

Or get dusted off by a bum nigga that share tools

Tell whoever want me get in line

Just did a nine-two in the jobs to sit inside

Coach recognized I was too live to sit on pine

Put me in the game, I was frontline, out gettin' mine (Shoota)

Outlaw, nigga, fuck the law

Niggas'll kill you for the same shit they love you for

So read my lips, I leave y'all stiff

I ain't scammin' with these joints, all my P's is hit

Look, I stand up straight, my knees don't bend

My posture good, need no friends

And I see no sin, you gettin' money to feed your kin

Put in work like SI until the RICO spin, oh

[Chorus: DJ Kay Slay]

They want my blood, they want my blood