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