| Song | It's In My Blood Part II |
| Artist | Yukmouth |
| Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
| *(dmg)* | |
| Yeah. | |
| Make sure that shit be playin real loud. | |
| (me and yuk you know.) | |
| Verse 1 *(dmg)* | |
| Uh | |
| Now once again | |
| Me and my nigga | |
| It's in my blood | |
| We straight killas | |
| I be the d and to the m an the m and to the g | |
| Comin from the m-p-l-s, s-t-p | |
| All say it wit me | |
| St. paulin | |
| Southside niggas | |
| Forever ballin | |
| Lead you to the circle, meet niggas wit purple eyes | |
| Can't forget my niggas who live on the north side | |
| Could you club what? | |
| G-d's | |
| Throw up yo fins nigga | |
| It's all mighty | |
| Now what it is, it's part two nigga | |
| It's brand new (brand new) | |
| Juss fo' you | |
| Now where you from nigga? | |
| I'm from the mid-west | |
| Who want some nigga? | |
| I leave yo shit wet | |
| Now is it you nigga? | |
| You got the balls? | |
| Well bring it on nigga, i kills ＆em all | |
| I thought you knew nigga | |
| Oh you ain't hear the first? | |
| It's in my blood nigga | |
| But now it's way worse | |
| It's in my blood. | |
| (it's in my mutha fuckin blood! nigga!) | |
| Chorus *(yukmouth)* | |
| It's in my blood | |
| Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds | |
| And fuckin wit these thugs nigga | |
| It's in my blood | |
| You wonder why us niggas be hustalas | |
| And out there sellin drugs nigga | |
| It's in my blood | |
| That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug | |
| And make them cops bug nigga | |
| It's in my blood | |
| Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustalas | |
| Fuckin wit thugs, fuckin wit us! | |
| Verse 2 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Regime life | |
| Shit trife nigga | |
| Slangin china white at night | |
| Get light nigga | |
| 2 point 2 pounds of white | |
| My shit tight nigga | |
| What yo grip like? | |
| Ship like a half a million when i'm fuckin wit mics | |
| Bustin on mics | |
| Wit 5 mics to back it | |
| Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my nigga d flip it backwards | |
| Regime killas nigga | |
| The captain | |
| The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves | |
| You niggas still jackin | |
| That's why i'm livin ill, steel packin | |
| Dive on top of niggas and feel like action jackson, wit my 9 mill | |
| Blastin | |
| A real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie | |
| I bet a nigga'll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money | |
| Pandamony | |
| See my fam is hungry | |
| Eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they ass in san antoni | |
| Cuz niggas bologney like oscar myers | |
| Mobb attire | |
| Makin cops retire the way i, hurdle over barber wire | |
| Fence this | |
| I pimp shit | |
| Relentless | |
| The guiness book world record holder, for fuckin over the most bitches | |
| Regime shit, the thug preachable | |
| Individual-ly, put niggas faces up on the obituals | |
| I was taught to get the doe | |
| It's in my blood since i was crawlin on the rug | |
| And pops was in the kitchen rockin up drugs | |
| Yes sir! | |
| Back then, i knew who i was, a thug | |
| And still a thug until they make me feel the slugs nigga | |
| It's in my blood! | |
| *(chorus)* 2x |
| dmg | |
| Yeah. | |
| Make sure that shit be playin real loud. | |
| me and yuk you know. | |
| Verse 1 dmg | |
| Uh | |
| Now once again | |
| Me and my nigga | |
| It' s in my blood | |
| We straight killas | |
| I be the d and to the m an the m and to the g | |
| Comin from the mpls, stp | |
| All say it wit me | |
| St. paulin | |
| Southside niggas | |
| Forever ballin | |
| Lead you to the circle, meet niggas wit purple eyes | |
| Can' t forget my niggas who live on the north side | |
| Could you club what? | |
| Gd' s | |
| Throw up yo fins nigga | |
| It' s all mighty | |
| Now what it is, it' s part two nigga | |
| It' s brand new brand new | |
| Juss fo' you | |
| Now where you from nigga? | |
| I' m from the midwest | |
| Who want some nigga? | |
| I leave yo shit wet | |
| Now is it you nigga? | |
| You got the balls? | |
| Well bring it on nigga, i kills em all | |
| I thought you knew nigga | |
| Oh you ain' t hear the first? | |
| It' s in my blood nigga | |
| But now it' s way worse | |
| It' s in my blood. | |
| it' s in my mutha fuckin blood! nigga! | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| It' s in my blood | |
| Smokin sweets, drink 40' s to the suds | |
| And fuckin wit these thugs nigga | |
| It' s in my blood | |
| You wonder why us niggas be hustalas | |
| And out there sellin drugs nigga | |
| It' s in my blood | |
| That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug | |
| And make them cops bug nigga | |
| It' s in my blood | |
| Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustalas | |
| Fuckin wit thugs, fuckin wit us! | |
| Verse 2 yukmouth | |
| Regime life | |
| Shit trife nigga | |
| Slangin china white at night | |
| Get light nigga | |
| 2 point 2 pounds of white | |
| My shit tight nigga | |
| What yo grip like? | |
| Ship like a half a million when i' m fuckin wit mics | |
| Bustin on mics | |
| Wit 5 mics to back it | |
| Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my nigga d flip it backwards | |
| Regime killas nigga | |
| The captain | |
| The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves | |
| You niggas still jackin | |
| That' s why i' m livin ill, steel packin | |
| Dive on top of niggas and feel like action jackson, wit my 9 mill | |
| Blastin | |
| A real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie | |
| I bet a nigga' ll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money | |
| Pandamony | |
| See my fam is hungry | |
| Eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they ass in san antoni | |
| Cuz niggas bologney like oscar myers | |
| Mobb attire | |
| Makin cops retire the way i, hurdle over barber wire | |
| Fence this | |
| I pimp shit | |
| Relentless | |
| The guiness book world record holder, for fuckin over the most bitches | |
| Regime shit, the thug preachable | |
| Individually, put niggas faces up on the obituals | |
| I was taught to get the doe | |
| It' s in my blood since i was crawlin on the rug | |
| And pops was in the kitchen rockin up drugs | |
| Yes sir! | |
| Back then, i knew who i was, a thug | |
| And still a thug until they make me feel the slugs nigga | |
| It' s in my blood! | |
| chorus 2x |