"Street Medicine" (2012)

• Blood Money Lyrics – Brisco (feat. DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, Ace Hood & Birdman)
• Revenge Lyrics – Brisco
• Shit On Me Lyrics – Brisco

Blood Money Lyrics – Brisco (feat. DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, Ace Hood & Birdman)

[Brisco:]
Ha Yeah Triple c CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga?
Birdman what up The Goons to be king How u love that pussy nigga? Yeah Blood Money

The definition
I'm Clutching on my slippin in
The Way I'm Feeling Right Now
A Bitch Could get the Business
Just know my niggas squeeze on side
Only problem is we doin this head knock
I told Ross
We gon show em how the Gutta do
All black skis
Black ones
And the Jumpsuit
Silde in the silder in and out night vision
Scopes on the AR
To hit em with precision
And did I mention this one here's for the thugs dummy
A little drugs bunny
We did it off of Blood Money
More pieces of crown Vic surround us
We runnin up on niggas
They jumpin off of counters
One time for my allies
I'm a poe boy that like my guns
Supersize
CMB what it is
I'm cookin up them kids

[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money

[Ace Hood:]
Okay we getting from us servin weight
Get it cause we servin ye
See the way we get the cake
Like every days a boring gay
Blood Money
And I'm a count it till they come for me
The feds hate it
They mistakin me for Blanco Buddies
I'm puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
I'm talkin crooked unidentified bags of it
I'm talkin yellow table paper
Put the tags on it
You play with mine
Bet I turn you into crash dummies
Better not need heaters
I spit them shells like the beatles
I have my people go see you
I squash you out like a cheater nigga
I for that drug money
Underneath the rug money
My niggas love money
Yeah I'm talking Blood Money

[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money

[Rick Ross:]
Hammers in the Hummers
Sticks in the lids
Sweets in the trunk
Streets gimmie sneers
Money comin fast
Blood comin slow
Who dem boys with the H
Feds wanna know
Gators on theif
Neighbors gon sleep
You dealin with a G
And the haters gon see Boss
I'm in the dealership
With a duffle bag
Couple Mazaradihs
Couple Hundred Stacks
Far from peaches and cream
Niggas deceased on the scene
I'm just countin my green
Chillin sippin' my li
Keep investigatin
Cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on
Bitch cause we got a mar

[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money

[Birdman:]
Well I'm the mob chief
Givin orders
Callin all the shots out
Make a nigga understand
We Gangsters
We don't play out
Came from under the sand
Lift my own weight up
Bought a house off the curb
Was patient so it paid up
No pleasure and pain homie
Just the price for the flight
Don't get'cha head chopped
Fuckin with them five stripes
Eagle land it went south
Now we got the cake
Paper plate money
Every time I hitch a state
High on this pressure life
Famous from the mud
Got the game from some old heads
I took it up in Blood
Yeah the only price nigga
Is a price
A mill on some whips
A hundred on ya life

[Rick Ross:]
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money

[Birdman:]
Yeah the big Things 100 Big dog status CMB nigga Poe boy Yeah 100 yeah bitch Holla back

Revenge Lyrics – Brisco

[News reporter talking:]
Inside getting a haircut was local rapper Brisco his real name is British Mitchell. Four men coming inside their guns drawn, they order everyone to the floor, all the customers, all the employees, down on the ground. These men strip them of their jewelry taking Brisco's car keys and eventually stealing his Range Rover which was parked outside. That vehicle was later recovered.

[Brisco:]
Ha, Scream at us,
Retaliation is a must,
Curses go out to your babies babies nigga,

[French Talking]

[Brisco:]
It was just me and her, we all alone at the palm [?]
Protect me Lord if I fall Jesus,
And pussy niggas evil,
See they plotted on my treasure,
Always been the clean guy but now it's like whatever,
I'm down to get dirty cause baby I'm a rider,
We put down the sticks and pulled out the sliders,
Pall bearers and flowered wreaths,
Just the season for putting niggas under white sheets,
Fuck a diamond, you can have the gold,
Don't want it back young nigga, rather have your soul,
Mercenery, the [?] truck waiting up at [?]
Don't kno where ya from, but it's straight up war here,
Yeah my Haitian friend told me cross the water,
They waitin for them crackers to deport them, to kill em,
I can't help that I'm the golden child,
Set me up to lay me down, I want revenge now,
Ha, hahaha,

Street medicine, we have more,

[News reporter talking:]
There is a man who appears to be a customer that was sitting in the corner just before this robbery took place, he was on his cell phone. Police want to question this man, their trying to locate him because just after everything was stolen from all these customers, the man is given a tap by one of the suspects and he runs out, out.

[Brisco:]
I can't lie they caught me slipping,
I should have been another hollywood ass nigga,
Instead I'm in the field down all ten [?]
I'm still getting this money, and fucking these hoes,
And these niggas don't like me, suck a nigga dick,
I bet when you by yourself, you be bumping my shit,
And your bitch ringtone be bitch on me,
Just know Brisco I'm strong on these streets,
And I got a little dough to puts hits on all ya'll,
So guess what I'm gonna do, put hits on all ya'll!
20, 000 for every nigga that's murdered,
I bet them fuck boys won't surface,
Brisco,

I love this shit nigga,
Retaliation is a must,
The art of war,
Guess what?
Them niggas was Haitian,
So I had to find another way to talk to them,

[French Rapping]

[Talking: Brisco]
These are words for those that robbed me,
21 gun salute nigga all out warfare,
An eye for an eye,
Curses go out to your babies babies,
I was built for this shit nigga,
You don't know,
Who I is.

Shit On Me Lyrics – Brisco

Unh... Yeah
Ya'll know who it is (Do you know who I is...)
Brisco... uuunh...
I-I been kinda puzzled
I got a question... Yeah

[Chorus:]
I been such a good guy, Why they shit on me
Tell me, Lord, Why they shit on me
And I been down all my life, Why they shit on me
Tell me, ya'll, Why ya'll shit on me
And sometimes, sometimes I can't win for losing
And if the option was there, I couldn't win for choosing (Yeah...)
And it's the transition...

[Verse 1:]
Yeah... I been such a good guy, why they shit on me
Sell me one, then go in my key
Gimme dap and try to fuck my girl
You can have her, you can give her the world
But you will never be me
I said that you can never be me... ha
I got pressure you can tell I'm pissed
The price of pussy and gas prices be higher than a Biiitch... Yeah
And I'm higher than a Biiiitch
But I know that niggas switch
And I know that girls talk to other girls
Who talk to other girls and start some shit
See, ain't that a Bitch...
When you shove shit off a Bitch think you soft
And when you hit 'em with the hammer
Then yougo to the slammer
Then uh... this the transition

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah... my co-D told on me and I can't see
My co-D tellin' on me, I couldn't believe
My co-D rode on me... ha
I saw the deposition, yeah, he wrote for me
He told 'em everything we did and everything we sold
I couldn't believe that he could be so cold
And it's the transition...
Yeah... we never really got along because I had more pearls
He could never be strong 'cause he was weak for them girls
He could never be wrong 'cause he was always right
And when it came to coppin' bottles he was always tight
He was always talkin' bout the drop offs and pick ups
And when them people came, they dropped off and picked up (Damn...)
This the other transition

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Ha... If you a hater get away-ay-aaaay
Cause I been down and I been real since the first day
Yeah, and listen dawg, I was always there
And you ain't have to think twice, boy, I'm always here
I make them niggas go away-ay-aaaay
And I been down and I been real since the first day... Yeah (Real talk, real talk, homeboy)
And it's the transition
I done been down and backstabbed and shot in the foot
You wouldn't believe all the shit I took
Could you believe all I ever really wanted
Was just to keep it real with' my homie
And when my dawg was down, I would pull 'em up
And when he would drift off, I would pull 'em in
Ha... yea... this the final transition... to win

[Chorus]

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