Blood Is Thicker (Album Version)

Blood Is Thicker (Album Version)

Mase

[Mase]
What what
For my family, n****
This for my family, n****
H-World in here (Yeah)
All Out in here (Yeah)
Bad Boy in here (Yeah)
Some n****'s don't never learn
Don't never learn, uh

You know we used to see eye to eye, now it's just hi and goodbye
You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die?
I know where you reside right there on the East Side
Street wise, I don't just roll alone we ride
Loon all smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you
J might feel you, Hud wanna kill you
Mase wanna let it slide, Stase wanna get you high
And walk you in that wrong building
Now you at the wrong place, and it's at the wrong time
You got a long face 'cause now you see this long Nine
But whatchu lookin' scared for, n****?
You only in some things you ain't prepared for
It ain't that you not my man, but Mase my man more
And family is the only thing I stand for
Blinky Blink, yo, I know alotta n****'s tell you this, dog
But I would die for you n****

[1 - Mase & Harve]
Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
You know blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this

[Mase]
I'll be whatever you call this
I'm Cash Money like them Hot Boys in New Orleans
That thin vest you got on, slugs'll go through all this
And burn, so when you see me salute and fall in
I'm real and only the real would understand me
Got love for my n****'s that's why the chicken's can't stand me
Wasn't for your mami I woulda got the grammy
But that's what n****'s get goin' against they family
Know a boy dealin' with Stase, get dealt with manly
Whatchu think the cops could do, come and can me
Bell was Plan A, n****'s go wit Plan be and end no where
Cuda Love or Cardan, bein what about Dre
That's my n****, going against Stase I clap my n****
When money involved it get solved with automatics
You don't mess wit' me, you mess wit' Hud and there you have it

[Repeat 1]

And truthfully a n**** can't do nuthin' to me
On the real you know my n**** B.I.G. used to school me
Said never do a show for less than a QT
If a n**** get to you, he gon' get through me
And if a mugger move wrong I put one in his coffee
If a n**** shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me
More then less, my mother used to warn me for the best
Said Mase, n****'s gon' love you, n****, long as you fresh
Long as you hot, long as you cop
Long as you not that n**** who be doin' never come through the block
But think about it now Mase, who wouldn't love you a lot
You take n****'s around the world with girls suckin they c***
But just because a n**** ride witchu, fly witchu, high witchu
That don't mean when bullets come he gon' die witchu
It be them n****s you be knowing that long
You be killed, run up the block with your new Rolley on
Don't be quick to flip a n**** brick and spend what's on
'cause if they recognize you stole them pots, bring the war
Now you could skate now or stick around
But don't be afraid to call the name when this all go down
You feelin' me now?
'cause if I'm showing you something that you never seen
Then you gon' shake when you see this dusty M-16 come off the shelf
I know we kill for what but what they brought
N**** we came to kill you, got the gun put in sto'
And what about the block n****'s, can't get nuthin' in his coat
'cause them the same n****'s we took 'em on, they wanted to smoke
So leave them n****s there

[Repeat 1]

I'm a Harlem World n**** (F*** Harlem World)
I'm a BK n**** (F*** BK)
I'm a BX n**** (F*** BX)
I'm a QB n**** (F*** QB)

I'm a Long Island n**** (F*** Long Island)
I'm a Jersey n**** (F*** Jersey)
I'm a Down South n**** (F*** Down South)
I'm a up North n**** (F*** up North)
I'm a West Coast n**** (F*** the West Coast, yo)
I'm a East Coast n**** (F*** East Coast)
I'm a Midwest n**** (F*** the Midwest)
I'm a A-T-L n**** (F*** A-T-L)

Where all my Bad Boy n****'s (F*** Bad Boy)
Where all my Ruff Ryder n****'s (F*** Ruff Ryder)
Where all my Suave House n**** (F*** Suave House)
Where all my Cash Money n**** (F*** Cash Money)

Where all my Harlem World n****'s at (F*** Harlem World)
Where all my Tennesee n****'s at (F*** Tennessee)
Where all my Chi-town n****'s at (F*** Chi-town)
Where all my St. Louis n****'s at (F*** St. Louis)
Where all my be 'more n****'s at (F*** be 'more)
Where all my Philly Philly n****'s at (F*** Philly, yo)
Where all my VA n****'s at (F*** VA)
Where all my North Cackie n****'s at (F*** North Cack)
Where all my South Cackie n****'s at (F*** South Cack)
Where all my LA n****'s at (F*** LA, yo)
Where all my Texas n****'s at (F*** Texas, yo)
Where all my Detroit n****'s at (F*** Detriot)
Where all my Miami n****'s at (F*** Miami)
Where all my Little Rock n****'s at (F*** Little Rock, yo)

Yo', I ain't gon' be screamin' all these n****'s names
Man, I'm outta here

Written by BETHA, MASON/DUGGIN, ADAM
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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