Chorus (All): I got them whole thangs, I got them liters, I got them fat pounds 'cause I am the Block Bleeder

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', yarnin, smilin', 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

Rock for rock, makin' my knot

From block to block, I'm makin' it hot

Ain't no sellin' out in the Dirty South, even in the drought a nigga got clout

You wanna a hook? Look my route

Whether you wanna sell or get turned out

Got that shit they talkin' about, that fire syrup and Powyada

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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?

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