black menace - block bleeder lyrics
[chorus (all):]
i got them whole thangs, i got them liters,
i got them fat pounds cuz i’m a block bleeder,
said i got them whole things, i got them liters,
i got them fat pounds cuz i’m a block bleeder
[smitty da pimp:]
wake up every mornin’, smilin’, know i’m feelin’ good,
cuz i know i’m bout to go and bleed my whole f-ckin’ hood,
got that crack, got that weed,
water and syrup, what’cha need?
seventeen-five for a ki,
but twenty-nine-five for the a-1 d,
drop my drop, makin’ mine knock,
got your block, i’m makin’ it hot,
ain’t no sellin’ out in the dirty south, even in the drop a n-gg- got clout,
you wanna a hood? cook my rock,
whether you wanna sell or get turned out,
got that sh-t they talkin’ about, that fire syrup and fire rock
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[insane:]
this a menace entertainment thang,
insane be the n-gg- down to bleed the block,
make mad cash then i leave the spot,
i don’t give a f-ck if you like my rocks,
i’ma sell ’em til’ the m-th-f-ckin’ spot get hot,
give it to the next head do it again,
what’cha workin’ with n-gg-? twenty or ten?
gimme my cash before i crack your chin,
i ain’t got time to be f-ckin’ around,
gotta get my pound then break ’em down,
gotta bag up the zone then meet my rounds,
make sixteen hundred then it’s goin’ down,
me and black menace n-gg-, how that sound?
boss n-gg- hook ya up with them liters n-gg-,
makin’ money now we all block bleeders n-gg-,
with them heaters n-gg-,
gotta see a n-gg-,
to believe a n-gg-
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[threat:]
when i see the block is bl–dy bleedin’, i’m not leavin’,
til’ i’m receivin’ mine, f-ck doin’ time,
gotta escape the cops, gotta make a drop,
even in a system that’ll make ya plop,
put your hustle down and it’s gone get worse,
get’cha purse and get out dogg, or catch a he-rs-,
whichever come first,
i’m down on e, rush in the dark
but i’m heartless gotta keep puttin’ it down,
drop the p’s or i’ll knock the g’s off,
ain’t no stoppin’ if you knock my knees off,
all about my g’s dog you better ease off when it comes to threat,
drop the p’s or drop the g’s ain’t no stoppin’ me
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[j-dawg:]
twenty-one five is what it’s gone cost you to see me n-gg-,
thirty-six ones to get sold,
m-th-f-cka gonna bleed the block,
and besides the glock, and n-gg- on with that syrup,
make a m-th-f-cka lean like a six four chevy when it’s hot, drop,
put that -ss on the ground,
smokin’ a lil’ herb if you will,
n-gg- want that kill? cuz i got them pounds,
n.o. to texas on to memphis,
n-gg- won’t stop til’ the blood bank empty,
b-tch i’m a dog to put that simply,
got more blow than monica lewinsky,
ain’t no n-gg- out’chea gone pimp me,
n-gg- f-ck that you can keep your front,
if you supply it, then i can buy it n-gg-,
holla me at the first of the month,
ya heard me?
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