Citation Sounds & BOUND BY BLOOD - It's a Sin (feat. KrosTred & Nefre Tiri)

Sinn! Yo! What up dawg
Draz! Good looking out papa
Citation Sounds
We gotta big up Detroit
We gotta big up Vegas
We gotta big up M.I.A
Can't leave out N-Y yo!
Who creates excitement dread like weed smoke to my head
Picture perfect lingo from Miami's hero
Big Kros, overbearing and the boss
Competitors getting whacked for putting out slack
Operation Radication, who rocks the nation
Big Daddy smoking purple haze in the Caddy
Father forgive me for the things I'm bout to do
These MC's here wanna walk in my shoes
But they can't fit em, so it's bombs about to give em
Make them know, fuck around with me and it's on
Now, game change, Volkswagen to a Range
Paper ain't a damn thing you ask around
Kros, eating til I bust, fake niggas don't trust
Bars like platinum, when I stretch it like gum
Neighborhoods flooded, when daddy Kros touch it
Police in helicopters, searching for the flipper
Dope nigga now, what you figure we deliver
Like Domino's, cruising slow with your hoe
So my brick money weighs a ton, I pump iron
So I gotta collect it, so nigga don't sweat it
Pack heat like Fahrenheit, got problems at night
DEA's rocking my boat, it's scratching' my ho
Feel me? I never change but the game will
Gorilla pimpin' for the dollar bill, now holla back
When you fiend for some funk and you just gotta have it
When this track got you shaking like a old dirty habit
Cause it's a sin to be this dope
It's a sin to be this dope
We can't lose when we make your body start to move
We put a blessing on a track like it's Sunday school
Boy, it's a sin to be this dope
It's a sin to be this dope
Man, Draz said make that shit funky for sure
Bring nothing but the heat when you're busting your flow
I said, you know it ain't no thing for me to do
Get behind this microphone and get into my zone
Armed with nothing but weird thoughts like I'm CHP
Take a number, you get served like this DMV
All these ludicrous beats got me disturbing the peace
Got old folks covering their ears when I hit the streets
Probably be the reason California break to the sea
Cause when I turn the bass up it's like an earthquake erupts
Never pay for pussy, it's not worth my bucks
That shit should be complimentary, and come with a dick suck
Oh, you wanna play tough? Or maybe even hard
Just know that you in Vegas, we good at pulling your card
So if you don't want it to start, just shut your mouth
I got enough game to make your moms eat your sister out
Yeah, straight pimp shit, so don't forget my name
I mean really, how could you? It stays on your chick's brain
In big bold letters, no one can do it better
Cause anything she wanna do to me, I'm gon' let her
Never treat her like a champ, that ain't even my style
Tell her to handle business and have a Coke and a smile
And when I'm back in Detroit, it gets a little wild
Cause when I hit it from the back, I'm on the other side of 8 Mile
That's how it goes, get off the chain for sure
I be in the 313, hitting chicks in the 810
Yeah, I got an ill flow, you probably think that I'm signed
No, I'm too hard for them to tame, so they pay me no mind
Try to get me to switch my style and bite my tongue
My name is Sinn, not Neo, so bitch, I ain't the one
Rollin with Citation Sounds to the day that I'm done
Keep it 100%, peace out to that nigga Big Pun
When you fiend for some funk, you just gotta have it
When this track got you shaking like a old dirty habit
Cause it's a sin to be this dope, it's a sin to be this dope
We can't lose when we make your body start to move
We put a blessing on a track like a Sunday school
It's a sin to be this dope, it's a sin to be this dope
I got a natural knack for pimping a track
Now that's trill
I can make at least a couple a day
Now that's ill
My beats is like permission to move
So stay still
Till I indicate it's time to get up
Now that's skill
Cause I master ceremonies, composed the track
Hold the ladder for me homie, don't hold me back
Stay focused on the task, my papa told me that
And he don't even like hip hop, but he know we bad
Gotta recognize dope when you sniff in my direction
When your windows is rattling cause I'm at the intersection
Man I'm fresh like the goods in your produce section
Regardless of the Cash Money, gon' let it set in
Like a stain on the rug, I'ma leave my mark
And if we form like Voltron I'ma be the heart
At the center of it all, if we need a start
And when you don't get my point, I'ma be the dart
Try and act like you don't hear us, I'm the turn the volume higher
Kiss your speakers goodbye, your warranty's expired
Sin of Draz on a track like we Co-conspire
Inseparable, like that blue blanket from Linus
Cause it's strength in numbers, taught a hell of a line up
My man Kros got the spot, cause he roll beside us
Reppin' Dade any day, we can spark it in a cypher
Boy, we from Detroit, we know how to light fires
And when you fiend for some funk, and you just gotta have it
When this track got you shakin' like a old dirty habit
Cause it's a sin to be this dope, it's a sin to be this dope
We can't lose when we make your body start to move
We put a blessing on a track like it's Sunday school
Boy, it's a sin to be this dope, it's a sin to be this dope

Written by:
Da'mon Spease, Devon Spease, Nefretiri McGriff, Richard Ramsay

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