Big Pokey - Bleed lyrics

(*talking*) These n***as gon bleed, pa** me the weed These n***as gon bleed [Hook: Big Pokey] These n***as gon bleed, I just hit em with that thang and it freeze Good that I did my deed, so pa** me the weed So I could slay, another MC These n***as, ain't f**ing with me [Lil' O] I represent the born in k**ers, from the land of the trillest Drug dealers thug n***as, who specialize in kidnapping squealers Gat concealers, drillers for scrilla through outfed gorillas We bust back with bazookas, just to make sure they feel us Like Attila the Hun, k**ers with guns leaving you numb Loving nothing, but b**hes and funds Give me your ones, for fun you'll get annihilated Pull the nickle fine plated, both his eyes dilated Yeah the Southside made it, how you love that I know you n***as hate it, but you can't f** with that Lil' O, better known as Fat Rat with the cheese Triggas squeeze, on all the South's enemies with ease [Hook - 2x] [Lil' O] I hit your block like Jeffrey Dommer, eat a n***a a** up And what click you claim, I could give a fat f** You touch my fast bucks, I'm at your front do' Quicker than a fast nut, with that blast and that buck Rob-rob murder-murder, k**er cap peeler Slug feeler hit list, dump a n***a in the ditch hit You b**hes it's bidness, you know I'm saying So when you see me out the roof, cause you know what I'm spraying And you know where I'm aiming, I proceed at your toes And I make my foes fall, like wars at Jericho Get greedy with calicoes, jaw breakers and body blows Flying feet to the nose, multiple bullet holes Like a h**n overdose, or too much c**aine in your nose I got that heart stopper flow, the chart topper glow So start with Lil' O, best believe I draw heat A monster mind sh**, b**h it's all about me [Hook - 2x] [Lil' O] Ain't no discussing, we issue concussions for nothing Redrumming like Russians, hitting boys like percussion for thinking that we bluffing Cause it ain't nothing, to get these triggas crushing n***as rushing for they sh**, but it's too late they got hit Try the Glock greeders, certified block bleeders Heavyweights from Texas state, smuggle top flight cheeba In the drop top beamer, with a top notch diva Thugged out diamonds shining, with my hand on my heater These n***as act like senoritas, so I slap them all And I know it breaks your heart, that I'm back to ball But the fact of it all, is that I still won't stop From this day forth, the rap game is now locked