In-sane - 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**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 Chorus (.5x) (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 Chorus (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 Chorus (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