Block Bleeder
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📜 Lyrics
Z-Ro the Crooked, 2K motherfucking 1
This for all my motherfucking block bleeders
Fuck 9 to 5, know I'm saying?
I'm talking to the niggas that go from 5 to motherfucking 9
Nickels and dimes, straps, 50 packs
Feel that, nigga get your paper
Got me pissed off frustrated, you know you out of line
Plus I'm trying to concentrate on getting high, off this Alabama dime
Falling short of my plans, so my anger is rising
Let me take out a god damn ten, while my pressure is climbing
I can't find no drank, so I'm in another mode
Moving way too fast, down this one way road
Let me catch my snap, 'fore I roll another crack
And regret what I done, I didn't really meant to snap
It's a fact that my block, be hotter than a sauna
You could score anything there, from drank to marijuana
And the corner, is for the strong at heart
Separate the men from the boys, and the weak from the smart
And apart, from all these ho ass laws
It's a 24 no tolerance, for those that crawl
Through my block, you might get your head busted
Dig in the dust, for fucking with us
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
I want to live righteous, but I need to stack change
You know I'm going through it, but I gotta maintain
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
My block is on fire, and I'm addicted to the flame
Stang after stang, know what I'm talking about mayn
Judge me not, on what you see
Nigga don't you realize, this life of mine is killing me
Straight from a Christian, to a heartless killer
Innocent child, raised by the guerilla
Military minded, plus I'm starving for scrilla
Affiliated with killers that served out, in trudy
But we don't know no better, paper's got our mind polluted
I repent for my sins, cause I know my number's coming up
I'm paranoid my nigga, don't be running up
Whether friend or foe, I really don't
Know that's why I'm warning you bro
You need to just back up or skeet taste, or I'll be tagging your toe
Since these punk ass individuals, drag my name through the mud
I ain't got nothing to say to niggas, unless they hide in the pud
Pumping pack after pack, barely missing the platinum plaque
HPDP on a nigga, with no slack
I want executive money, the CEA chief executive artist
Instead of 36 ounces, pistol gripping a cartridge
A block bleeder
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
I want to live righteous, but I need to stack change
You know I'm going through it, but I gotta maintain
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
My block is on fire, and I'm addicted to the flame
Stang after stang, know what I'm talking about mayn
The block is hot as a clinic, but it's profession to me
And like Juve I'm posted up, so I can watch for the sweep
I've been less fortunate, and had to hustle all my life
Listening to people say, it's gon be alright all my life
I even got a lady that's been faithful, all my life
She's still my gal because I can't afford, to call her my wife
I should be thankful that Dennis and Dre, done gave me some help
But I'm dependent on grown men, and I'm a grown man myself
Feeling lesser than nothing, and barely fucking with zones
It's like an obstacle course with dynamite, under every corner
I bob and weave through the hard times
My life is pain from struggle, when
Niggas ride the reason that I record mine
Infrared nigga, you better protect your head
On my block when we kill each other, no tears get shed
To take a front from a nigga, you better be quick to pay up
Bring his fetti back on time, or he'll be quick to spray you
24/7, Packing a Mac 11 on my turf
Running away from the police, chunking evidence like a nerf
I'd rather sell my own records, chief executive artist
Instead of 36 ounces, pistol gripping a cartridge
A block bleeder
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
I want to live righteous, but I need to stack change
You know I'm going through it, but I gotta maintain
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
My block is on fire, and I'm addicted to the flame
Stang after stang, know what I'm talking about mayn
This for all my motherfucking block bleeders
Fuck 9 to 5, know I'm saying?
I'm talking to the niggas that go from 5 to motherfucking 9
Nickels and dimes, straps, 50 packs
Feel that, nigga get your paper
Got me pissed off frustrated, you know you out of line
Plus I'm trying to concentrate on getting high, off this Alabama dime
Falling short of my plans, so my anger is rising
Let me take out a god damn ten, while my pressure is climbing
I can't find no drank, so I'm in another mode
Moving way too fast, down this one way road
Let me catch my snap, 'fore I roll another crack
And regret what I done, I didn't really meant to snap
It's a fact that my block, be hotter than a sauna
You could score anything there, from drank to marijuana
And the corner, is for the strong at heart
Separate the men from the boys, and the weak from the smart
And apart, from all these ho ass laws
It's a 24 no tolerance, for those that crawl
Through my block, you might get your head busted
Dig in the dust, for fucking with us
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
I want to live righteous, but I need to stack change
You know I'm going through it, but I gotta maintain
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
My block is on fire, and I'm addicted to the flame
Stang after stang, know what I'm talking about mayn
Judge me not, on what you see
Nigga don't you realize, this life of mine is killing me
Straight from a Christian, to a heartless killer
Innocent child, raised by the guerilla
Military minded, plus I'm starving for scrilla
Affiliated with killers that served out, in trudy
But we don't know no better, paper's got our mind polluted
I repent for my sins, cause I know my number's coming up
I'm paranoid my nigga, don't be running up
Whether friend or foe, I really don't
Know that's why I'm warning you bro
You need to just back up or skeet taste, or I'll be tagging your toe
Since these punk ass individuals, drag my name through the mud
I ain't got nothing to say to niggas, unless they hide in the pud
Pumping pack after pack, barely missing the platinum plaque
HPDP on a nigga, with no slack
I want executive money, the CEA chief executive artist
Instead of 36 ounces, pistol gripping a cartridge
A block bleeder
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
I want to live righteous, but I need to stack change
You know I'm going through it, but I gotta maintain
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
My block is on fire, and I'm addicted to the flame
Stang after stang, know what I'm talking about mayn
The block is hot as a clinic, but it's profession to me
And like Juve I'm posted up, so I can watch for the sweep
I've been less fortunate, and had to hustle all my life
Listening to people say, it's gon be alright all my life
I even got a lady that's been faithful, all my life
She's still my gal because I can't afford, to call her my wife
I should be thankful that Dennis and Dre, done gave me some help
But I'm dependent on grown men, and I'm a grown man myself
Feeling lesser than nothing, and barely fucking with zones
It's like an obstacle course with dynamite, under every corner
I bob and weave through the hard times
My life is pain from struggle, when
Niggas ride the reason that I record mine
Infrared nigga, you better protect your head
On my block when we kill each other, no tears get shed
To take a front from a nigga, you better be quick to pay up
Bring his fetti back on time, or he'll be quick to spray you
24/7, Packing a Mac 11 on my turf
Running away from the police, chunking evidence like a nerf
I'd rather sell my own records, chief executive artist
Instead of 36 ounces, pistol gripping a cartridge
A block bleeder
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
I want to live righteous, but I need to stack change
You know I'm going through it, but I gotta maintain
Block bleeda, surviving in the game
My block is on fire, and I'm addicted to the flame
Stang after stang, know what I'm talking about mayn