Take It In Blood

[Intro: Zay]
Yo, Cuba, we gotta talk to these niggas, man
(Apply the pressure beyond measure, we runnin' this show)

[Verse: Cuban Link]
Let it rain, let it rain, welcome to the House of Pain
The last of the Gladiators done broke up out his chain
I do it for the honor, respect and love for the game
But nowadays they gotta see blood to be entertained
So I came to conquer, I'm a lyrical monster
Got these so-called street fighters bitin' like Bronca
Little rump-a-room writers, soon this Willy Wonka
Me, I'm New York's finest, The Bronx is my sponsor
So fuck launchin' a publicity stunt, just try dissin' me, punk
The Coast Guards'll be fishin' your fronts
Take your face to a shotty, have you kissin' the pump
Take your breath out your body like you missin' your lungs
Is this what you want, I'm more guts and glory
Up in my territory, I'm fallen in worry, it's category
Known as the son of Tony because of my thug story
And I don't need my homies to bust they slugs for me
I'm a real O.G., bout my D-O-E
A man of business, that's why I started M.O.B
So blame it all of me, now we back on-key
CLK when it comes to beef, I O.D
Son, on beats, I'm a savage like a beast wreakin' havoc
I'm a prodigy plus I mob deep, the greek is static
Let you have it with the gat, the revolver, the automatic
Put a park put through your cabbage with a bullet you carryin'

[Chorus: Zay & Cuban Link]
Yo, I vacation enough, now I'ma take it in blood
In this race against time, I'm tired of chasin' the love
Ain't no way to get up, I'm comin', gunnin', with a nation of thugs
Going out blastin', fuck facin' the judge
Yo, I vacation enough, now I'ma take it in blood
In this race against time, I'm tired of chasin' the love
Ain't no way to get up, I'm comin', gunnin', with a nation of thugs
Going out blastin', fuck facin' the judge

[Post-Chorus: Zay & Cuban Link]
Nigga, that's how we rock, we roll
Take control, gangsta, run that
Niggas who owe remake and got fold
(Apply the pressure beyond measure, we runnin' this show)
Nigga, that's how we rock, we roll
Take control, gangsta, run that
Niggas who owe remake and got fold
(Apply the pressure beyond measure, we runnin' this show)