Bloods In The Basement - Twisted Insane, Black Mikey

Now we on nighttime shit

Nighttime shit (x2)

Now we on nighttime shit

Hella bloods in the basement

Hella-hella bloods in the basement

Hella bloods in the basement (x2)

Daddy bracking with the bi’ness

I don’t fuck with bigger ratchets

Smoking weed I’m hella bent, brain

Roll around a biddy in a Buick Regal like I’m getting bigger with a bottle and

a bitch

I was turfed out bang

With the Freddy Krueger sweater

With a .9 or a Beretta it don’t matter I’mma hit

You acting like you niggas rally riding but you niggas went inside and backed

up in it thy went when it was with the shit (Soo-woo)

Bloods in the basement (yeah nigga)

Hella bloods in the basements

Niggas always wolfing on the phone

When it be me all alone

They be on with the slugs

I replace shit

You be wolfing all about the side of yo mouth

Shit get you in trouble when you fucking with the wrong

Hold a nigga pistol while I choke up on a bone and shit I did up in the streets

you only do up in a song (what's bracking nigga?)

But I’m too big

I was with the hammer I might have to shoot shit

Always on the mission we gon really do this

Blood I would take it really, he don’t ever do shit

Green rack up on my face I’m on a mission (mission)

I promise they will never know what hit em (hit em)

Pull up right beside that nigga split em

Hop out dump a couple more to make sure that I did em (doodododo)

I be on nighttime shit (x2)

Fly around the city like I’m Dracula

I’m drinking nother 40 hold it for me while I pipe this bitch

I really give a fuck about yo mean mug

Niggas like you still get beat up

You don’t wanna rumble

With a nigga that was raised in the jungle

And I put that on bloods niggas

Now we on nighttime shit

Nighttime shit (x2)

Now we on nighttime shit

Hella bloods in the basement

Hella-hella bloods in the basement

Hella bloods in the basement (x2)

Aye

It’s black

It’s the black one

Yeah

How you bloods using and you ain’t gotta pour my nigga what you doing?

Tap me one

Gimme my gun

Send me on a mission I’mma leave a nigga ruined

Chapter One

Michael Manson, dancing with latex gloves on his hands

Burnt B walked in to the murder man Dan’s

Stick got a nigga in your turf band stand

if you want crew get done

On the beat my nigga

I’m the best it done

Run it in before you get the Anderson rags

Steal gas masks, door kicked in that’s your ass

We’ll fuck her with a psycho, like no other real one on the surplus

If they can get smothered

Murder mayhem I’mma stay brim

I’mma K them

Motherfuckers know me for the ruckus

I be on my nighttime shit

Got the right TEC-9 and I’m with the right clique

Bought to make the nighttime hit just to prove that you niggas really ain’t

with the shit

Passing caskets

Fuck they mage

Bury em like treasure when measures get drastic

Whether revolver or automatic

VIP first pews funeral tragic

Now we on nighttime shit

Nighttime shit (x2)

Now we on nighttime shit

Hella bloods in the basement

Hella-hella bloods in the basement

Hella bloods in the basement (x2)