Lil Wayne – Bloodline (2002) | Track profile | Dork

Lil Wayne – Bloodline (2002) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Bloodline

[Verse 1]

The streets make the hustlas

Hustlas make the world go round

The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds

The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas

See how shit come back round for ya

Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it

See how shit come back round for ya

Got a cake in the oven, now watch it bubble

And you can knock on my door

But you can't knock the hustle

But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen

And my J butter put more 'd' on me

Lil Weezy Wee gon' eat, that's how it is

Got insurance on the floor, man, I'm that positive

And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens

Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz

And you know I put the mags on that

.45 mack with the flash on that

Who want it

Everybody sing along

[Chorus]

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete

[Verse 2]

And when I move, I move out with the raw

I move out with the squad

Tools out when we ride, we so mob

I throw lives and lowest to live

For my loaf of bread, the people's player

I did what the culture said

And I live by La Costra Nostra set

Fuck around, I'll knock your shoulder from your head

Get it right, I'm a soldier till I'm dead

This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled

I'm pumping o's with lots of hay

I'm so high, and really, I don't even know why

But oh, I just go buy a whole house

And lay my mat down, lay her back down

But I never put my mack down

You see the thug in me

You know Weezy, he the young son of Bubba-B

Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B

If you want it, then come to me

I'm right here

[Chorus]

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete

[Verse 3]

I'm G'd up

Only follow the code of the streets

Live bad to die good

Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food

But just so I can eat

And ain't it a bitch?

And if you see me gettin' fat, I'm probably gettin' rich

And you probably can come see me for some crack before six

And after that it's all bricks

A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight

And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam

I skate with the bomb

I'm asking you don't play with me at all

Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all

It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints

'Cause I did and do shit that's better than new shit

Fit for two clips

The kid is a nuisance

Aww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music (And?)

And The Blueprint

Cruising through the stoop with the ewe lit

Like ooh shit, this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez

[Chorus]

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete

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