- Song Name: Take It in Blood
- Artist Name: Nas
- Album: It Was Written
- Songwriters: Cedric Miller, James T Epps, Joseph Pruitt, Keith M Thornton, Maurice Smith, Nasir Jones, Randy Walker, Trevor Randolph
- Release Date: 1996.07.02
- Label: Columbia
LYRICS FOR "Take It in Blood"
I made it like that
I made it like that
Yo
I rock a vest
In a Lex watchin' Kathie Lee and Regis
My actions are one with the seasons
A tec' squeezin'
Mega popular
Climaxin'
They high from sniffin' coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sippin'
Low price
Forty-five by my scrotum
My niggaz roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin' wheelies on Kawasaki's
Hip-Hop's got me on some ol'
Blankin' out and never miscount the shells my gun hold
I don't stunt
Henny and Sprite
I'm all about tecs and good jooks and sex
Israelite books
MC's are crawlin' out
You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum
I made it like that
I made it like that
For
Currency is made in trust of the Messiah
I'm spending it to get higher
Earth
Up early
Sunshine on my grill
Remi on imaginary graves
Latter Day Saints say religious praise
I dolo
You must be buggin' out
Ask around
Mafioso
Skies are misty
I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily
This be the drama
In a sentence
Bloodshot red eyes
Openin' cigars
Condos are tuneproof
Shittin' like gin and prune juice
Yo the system wants the coon's noose
Courtrooms filled up
Like I'm facing twenty years in the basement
Chilling on the via with Mumia for wearin' chrome
Snakes slither like Sharon Stone
I made it like that
I made it like that
For
I made it like that
I made it like that
For
Yo the time is wastin'
Dime sack lacin'
Individual
Psychic evaluation
We livin' in
A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized
Wise men build and destroy
While the real McCoy dopefiend
Coke suppliers actin' biased
'Cause rumors say that niggaz wear wires and we liars
But every night the gat's fired
I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani
It's just the killer in me
Ex-slug filler
Demi
Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow
Rough holes for cracked out p****** and buttholes
Bring the G's and the D's roll
Why shoot the breeze about it
My degrees are routed
Instead of the fake medallions
Rich niggaz transport in thousands
Foreign cash exchange amountin' to millions
Doors is locked
Trick b****** catching mad feelings
Peelin' off in the Lex Jeep
I bet it be some s*** when we connect with Stretch
When we catch them sex niggaz with the tecs you blessed
So now it's on
Time is money when it comes to mine
I made it like that
For
I made it like that
I made it like that
For
I made it like that
Gambo
Wizard
Big Jersey
Connecticut
V
So on and so on
Big Ha
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