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    "Blood Thicker" Lyrics

    Hot Boys feat. Big Tymers

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    Stickin' together like glue
    Blood is thick so I'm tight
    Swimmin' for my people
    Don't mind losin' my life

    Ridin' or fryin'
    Don't matter nigga I'm real
    All the time
    The red thicker than the clear

    Get in the way
    And you get maced in the face
    50 niggers will chase
    Put a end to yo' day

    Hit yo' set in the black on black
    With Macs
    With red dots on 'em
    Will leave you flat

    Yo' moms with the black on her
    On the front level
    6 ft. is where you be there goes the men with the shovels
    Blood thicker than water

    I'm a keep it like that
    Never turnin' my back
    And I'm a keep it like that
    Much love for my people

    They got love for me
    Outsiders get outta line
    Get burnt up from the heat
    I'm a play it how it go

    Be down to the finish
    Fuck havin' friends 'cause friends turn into your enemies

    Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
    Load it up slide it in y'all die.
    Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
    CMB226 we all ride.

    Money and bitches don't mix
    Hoes shit got a lotta niggas fixed
    That's why I stick with blood thicker than water shit
    Me and my brothers split keys

    Get me 18 ounces nigga, and 10 g's
    Ridin' in convertable Rolls Royce with the HB's
    Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me
    Fuckin' right nigga I raised the B.G.

    That's why I'm a hot boy on these city streets
    Blood thicker than water I know you feel me
    Set trip motherfucker we gon' kill ya
    Change on ya brain

    Lets sneak and then peel ya
    I walk light
    But I still got my ghetto stripes

    I creep and peep
    Keep my hand on my heat
    I ain't goin' let no bitch nigga steal me
    I got a world

    My main hoe pregnant with my lil girl
    I gotta be here to serve her world
    Motherfuck snortin' furl
    Give me the rap game 'lil dick suckin' bitch and I'm a stay rich

    But it's yo' world
    Guess what Cash Money Records stick together like blood and furl

    It's just me and you all
    I'm with whatever you want to do all
    Let you floss in my new car
    Pop a nigger for you fall

    We deal with niggas ass together
    Build up all our cash together
    Scored our first bag together
    And stole our first Jag together

    No separation
    No outsiders could come between us
    2 felonies and misdemeaners got a subpeona
    Turnin' state

    The Hot Boys carry they weight
    Any false movin' the case then the fool losin' his face

    Look what we been
    Though we did it sin
    I'm prepared to do it again
    I ain't lyin'

    My bloodline is 1 of a kind
    Fuck it we all shine
    Look and we all blind
    This shit is turned bad yeah

    You done fucked with my people now I'ma bust ya ass yeah
    Wodie, leave that alone, let that go
    Best to respect my click or check that hoe
    We shine ??

    And wax the floor
    Blood thicker than water don't you ask no mo'


    Blood thicker
    Water slicker
    And ain't no nigga
    Slick up in my click

    The 226 it consists of true niggas
    We move ya crew be cool or lose nigga
    Now I dig
    Up in ya blood for my blood

    My click thick
    And you can't separate bloods
    Now when you ride
    Ready to die who you with

    Yo' real family or some niggas you fool with
    Now on you' side, do you really have love
    Boy we click tight stick tight that's blood
    And guess what

    We marchin' a million strong
    Terrorizin' you' section black connection is my home
    Love is the key
    Outsiders can't keep

    14 givin' my whole life to CMB
    I'ma represent it
    Soulja rag, Reebok tennis
    Stick to click called 226 to the finish

    Blood thicker than water that's why my niggas they harder
    Comin' in that water
    Off top they grab the choppers and chop
    So nigga you better play solo

    You get fucked the fuck over
    So don't explain to me nigga
    Talkin' bout shit that I should
    Shut yo' mouth 'cause I don't want to hear it

    Off top that trigger get pulled
    Puttin' yo' head on flat
    Caught slippin' layin' on that back
    Niggaz spotted you creepin'

    Them chopper bullets start releasin'
    Niggas wonderin' why you wet
    They found ya dead in the projects
    Have people cryin' and thankin'

    But yo' body been stankin'
    On the ground 16 holes
    Shot up head to ya toes
    Blood all over ya clothes

    Don't fuck with me no more
    Now they know
    I ain't no hoe
    They backin' up that CMR come up in that water

    This song was submitted on May 14th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes.
    Written by Christopher Dorsey, D Carter, C Dorsey, T Grey, B Thomas, B Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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