Bloods In The Basement

Now we on nighttime shit
Nighttime shit (x2)
Now we on nighttime shit
Hella bloods in the basement
Hella-hella bloods in the basement
Hella bloods in the basement (x2)
Daddy bracking with the bi’ness
I don’t fuck with bigger ratchets
Smoking weed I’m hella bent, brain
Roll around a biddy in a Buick Regal like I’m getting bigger with a bottle and
a bitch
I was turfed out bang
With the Freddy Krueger sweater
With a .9 or a Beretta it don’t matter I’mma hit
You acting like you niggas rally riding but you niggas went inside and backed
up in it thy went when it was with the shit (Soo-woo)
Bloods in the basement (yeah nigga)
Hella bloods in the basements
Niggas always wolfing on the phone
When it be me all alone
They be on with the slugs
I replace shit
You be wolfing all about the side of yo mouth
Shit get you in trouble when you fucking with the wrong
Hold a nigga pistol while I choke up on a bone and shit I did up in the streets
you only do up in a song (what's bracking nigga?)
But I’m too big
I was with the hammer I might have to shoot shit
Always on the mission we gon really do this
Blood I would take it really, he don’t ever do shit
Green rack up on my face I’m on a mission (mission)
I promise they will never know what hit em (hit em)
Pull up right beside that nigga split em
Hop out dump a couple more to make sure that I did em (doodododo)
I be on nighttime shit (x2)
Fly around the city like I’m Dracula
I’m drinking nother 40 hold it for me while I pipe this bitch
I really give a fuck about yo mean mug
Niggas like you still get beat up
You don’t wanna rumble
With a nigga that was raised in the jungle
And I put that on bloods niggas
Now we on nighttime shit
Nighttime shit (x2)
Now we on nighttime shit
Hella bloods in the basement
Hella-hella bloods in the basement
Hella bloods in the basement (x2)
Aye
It’s black
It’s the black one
Yeah
How you bloods using and you ain’t gotta pour my nigga what you doing?
Tap me one
Gimme my gun
Send me on a mission I’mma leave a nigga ruined
Chapter One
Michael Manson, dancing with latex gloves on his hands
Burnt B walked in to the murder man Dan’s
Stick got a nigga in your turf band stand
if you want crew get done
On the beat my nigga
I’m the best it done
Run it in before you get the Anderson rags
Steal gas masks, door kicked in that’s your ass
We’ll fuck her with a psycho, like no other real one on the surplus
If they can get smothered
Murder mayhem I’mma stay brim
I’mma K them
Motherfuckers know me for the ruckus
I be on my nighttime shit
Got the right TEC-9 and I’m with the right clique
Bought to make the nighttime hit just to prove that you niggas really ain’t
with the shit
Passing caskets
Fuck they mage
Bury em like treasure when measures get drastic
Whether revolver or automatic
VIP first pews funeral tragic
Now we on nighttime shit
Nighttime shit (x2)
Now we on nighttime shit
Hella bloods in the basement
Hella-hella bloods in the basement
Hella bloods in the basement (x2)