Blood Thicker Lyrics
| Song | Blood Thicker |
| Artist | The Hot Boys |
| Album | Get It How U Live! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Turk： | |
| 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 niggas 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'ma keep it like that | |
| Never turnin' my back | |
| And i'ma 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'ma play it how it go | |
| Be down to the finish | |
| Fuck havin' friends cuz friends turn into your enemies | |
| Chorus: | |
| (juvenile)load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out. | |
| Load it up slide it in yall die. | |
| (lil wayne) 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 | |
| Uptown | |
| But i still got my ghetto stripes | |
| I creep and peep | |
| Keep my hand on my heat | |
| I ain't gon' 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 | |
| Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin' bitch and i'ma stay rich | |
| But it's yo' world | |
| Guess what cash money records stick together like blood and furl | |
| Juvenile: | |
| It's just me and you all | |
| I'm with whatever you wanna do all | |
| Let you floss in my new car | |
| Pop a nigga 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 boy$ 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' | |
| Chorus | |
| Lil wayne: | |
| Blood thicker | |
| Water slicker | |
| And ain't no nigga | |
| Slick up in my click | |
| The 226 it consists of tru 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 | |
| Solja 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 | |
| U get fucked the fuck over | |
| So don't explain to me nigga | |
| Talkin' bout shit that i should | |
| Shut yo' mouth cuz i don't wanna 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 | |
| Chorus |
| Turk: | |
| 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 niggas 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' ma keep it like that | |
| Never turnin' my back | |
| And i' ma 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' ma play it how it go | |
| Be down to the finish | |
| Fuck havin' friends cuz friends turn into your enemies | |
| Chorus: | |
| juvenile load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out. | |
| Load it up slide it in yall die. | |
| lil wayne 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 | |
| Uptown | |
| But i still got my ghetto stripes | |
| I creep and peep | |
| Keep my hand on my heat | |
| I ain' t gon' 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 | |
| Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin' bitch and i' ma stay rich | |
| But it' s yo' world | |
| Guess what cash money records stick together like blood and furl | |
| Juvenile: | |
| It' s just me and you all | |
| I' m with whatever you wanna do all | |
| Let you floss in my new car | |
| Pop a nigga 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 boy 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' | |
| Chorus | |
| Lil wayne: | |
| Blood thicker | |
| Water slicker | |
| And ain' t no nigga | |
| Slick up in my click | |
| The 226 it consists of tru 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 | |
| Solja 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 | |
| U get fucked the fuck over | |
| So don' t explain to me nigga | |
| Talkin' bout shit that i should | |
| Shut yo' mouth cuz i don' t wanna 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 | |
| Chorus |
| Turk: | |
| 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 niggas 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' ma keep it like that | |
| Never turnin' my back | |
| And i' ma 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' ma play it how it go | |
| Be down to the finish | |
| Fuck havin' friends cuz friends turn into your enemies | |
| Chorus: | |
| juvenile load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out. | |
| Load it up slide it in yall die. | |
| lil wayne 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 | |
| Uptown | |
| But i still got my ghetto stripes | |
| I creep and peep | |
| Keep my hand on my heat | |
| I ain' t gon' 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 | |
| Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin' bitch and i' ma stay rich | |
| But it' s yo' world | |
| Guess what cash money records stick together like blood and furl | |
| Juvenile: | |
| It' s just me and you all | |
| I' m with whatever you wanna do all | |
| Let you floss in my new car | |
| Pop a nigga 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 boy 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' | |
| Chorus | |
| Lil wayne: | |
| Blood thicker | |
| Water slicker | |
| And ain' t no nigga | |
| Slick up in my click | |
| The 226 it consists of tru 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 | |
| Solja 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 | |
| U get fucked the fuck over | |
| So don' t explain to me nigga | |
| Talkin' bout shit that i should | |
| Shut yo' mouth cuz i don' t wanna 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 | |
| Chorus |
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