Cappadonna: Blood on blood war

[Cappadonna] Yo, break that dutch down.. You and your man, y'all fucked up for real Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal I sling raps, like cracks on the street Attack, riot, rise above Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb Ice cold raps, you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code too simple, you best to hold on Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy Based upon a true story, throw darts Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state What, play with the pussy and fuck Stuck with the poles forever, what Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep Lyrics that kill, murder one voice Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project Reject, with the mic check Set to be the son that set the place off Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence We live for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war Uncut raw we live for [Cappadonna] All I need, is ten big bags of weed Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on Split you with the .45 caliber rap Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat Call 911, you still can't score You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war Yeah, you got heat but we got C4 Plus we got buildings that's watching your door Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad Terrorize y'all from every direction Call up Hot 97 for protection Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan Spotted last night in the all black van Coming down the block with guns out the windows Licking shots off every time a wind blow My class come first, I'm first to represent Killa Bees linger in the air like incense Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight Sight snakes from afar Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar Project star, CD hackers Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap I attack fatal on the track Chorus Yeah