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Fiction Family War In My Blood

war in my blood There ain't a thing love could've done There's war in my blood There's war in my blood There's war in my blood There's war in my blood

There?s war in my blood There ain?t anything love could?ve done There?s war in my blood There?s war in my blood There?s war in my blood There?s war in my blood

are down wit' my clique Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit And you don't know one bitch on my dick But yours is best get a blood test for your kid

Westside Connection [Shag] Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal sample: "We Are At War") Ding Ding Muthafucka It's round two I got my lunch and my dinner

'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons,

the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there

on the streets leave you like Can it Be You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy Yessir, like my nigga Pharell, for real Niggas get killed

do it again. So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency while a million objects pass through my periphery. Now I'm rubbing my eyes cause

ain't reminiscin This is my system Like an addiction thats like fiction My victums can't see cuz they bitchin Don't worry, I'll make them believers When my blood