(Intro)
All my n***as out there
Let me tell y'all n***as one thing
As we move into this motherfuckin future
Shit is gonna get realer, shit is gonna get realer man
All my n***as out there
Keep your mind on your paper, baby
And watch these motherfuckin' hoes
Cause these hoes is bitches
And n***as is bitches too
And you can't trust 'em
So I ask my n***as...

Yo
Yo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seed
My light speed, that's why we all smoke weed
Thug mind be inside of the livest n***as
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that shit
(Foul bitch)
Tell them n***as how
You rock my jewels, rock my clothes
Yo I aim red dot when I spot my foe
Taught you how to spit taught you how to breathe on beats
If it wasn't for me you'd probably be on the street
Fuckin' up packs
N***as comin at cha wit gat
Same n***a at the show you got watchin ya back
We can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the street
Draw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meet
Eat your food like animal dog, raw meat
Say my name if you want more beef
...
I don't associate wit n***as who switch
Fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch
Yo my Glock kick, ready to spit
Foul shit
Puttin' bulletholes all in your clique
Who you wit?
(Chorus)
All my n***as live the thug life
I can't fuck wit n***as if they ain't my blood type
If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might
Before you bring a n***a in, know his bloodtype
All my n***as live the thug life
I can't fuck wit n***as if they ain't my blood type
If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might
Before you bring a n***a in, know his bloodtype
What's your blood type?

Yo
Yo Allah -hua
Blaze y'all with nine ruger
Capital, stay tuned, I'll be back soon
Mahdi, 2-5-to Munafiqun
When the grass low, all them snakes'll show
Like them n***as in your team that's starvin' the blow
Like a sweet thug on OZ, HBO
Fuckin' wit any clique that's ready to blow
Hot night, catch you backstage, stop your show
Tie you up in the back of the row
They know
I'll tie you up in the back of the row
And you know
Yo, father rule
Blood in, Piru
I rep the set 252, with God-You
Time zone, born alone, die alone
Yo I blaze any n***a wit chrome in my zone
Be the blind justice
Automatic gat never trust it
Only revolvers, climax when I bus' it
A-alike mean one and the same
True hustlers - WHAT? - we understandin' the game
2-5 be my set so what set you claim
My n***as bleed through similar veins
We like blood type one and the same
We like blood type one and the same
(Chorus)
All my n***as live the thug life
I can't fuck wit n***as if they ain't my blood type
If I don't get you wit the knife then the slug might
Before you bring a n***a in know his blood type
All my n***as live the thug life
I can't fuck wit n***as if they ain't my blood type
If I don't get you wit the knife then the slug might
Before you bring a n***a in know his blood type
What's your blood type?

Yo a-alike, that mean true to the game
West coast thugs, my n***as like one and the same
Just like east coast, yo we one and the same
N***as bleed through similar vein
We like blood type, one and the same
We like blood type, one and the same
Tell them n***as who the father to your style is
Yo you started off winnin' the race, but lost mileage
Formula's crime science
Bow down to something far greater
Mahdi, royally your highness
Queen's finest
Buck your all-star lineup
My Artie Clay tear your spine up
Get my shine up
Artie Clay tear your spine up
And get my shine up
Yo, yo, death before dishonor
Y'all n***as smoke too much marijuana
Thinkin' you could be me, take my persona...(trails off)