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**in' 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
Rock for rock, 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***a got clout
You wanna a hook? Look my route
Whether you wanna sell or get turned out
Got that sh** they talkin' about, that fire syrup and Powyada
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(Insane):
This a Menace Entertainment thang
Insane be the n***a down to bleed the block
Make mad cash then I leave the spot
I don't give a f** if you like my rocks
I'ma sell 'em til' the muthaf**in' spot get hot
Give it to the next head do it again
What'cha workin' with n***a? Twenty or ten?
Gimme my cash before I crack your chin
I ain't got time to be f**in' 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***a, how that sound?
Boss n***a hook ya up with them liters n***a
Makin' money now we all block bleeders n***a
With them heaters n***a
Gotta see a n***a
To believe a n***a
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(Threat):
When I see the block is bloody bleedin', I'm not leavin'
Til' I'm receivin' mine, f** 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 hearse
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***a
Thirty-six ones to get sold
Muthaf**a gonna bleed the block
And besides the Glock, and n***a on with that syrup
Make a muthaf**a lean like a six four Chevy when it's hot, drop
Put that a** on the ground
Smokin' a lil' herb if you will
n***a want that k**? Cuz I got them pounds
N.O. to Texas on to Memphis
n***a won't stop til' the blood bank empty
b**h I'm a dog to put that simply
Got more blow than Monica Lewinsky
Ain't no n***a out'chea gone pimp me
n***a f** that you can keep your front
If you supply it, then I can buy it n***a
Holla me at the first of the month
Ya heard me?
Chorus