(Intro: Max Minelli)

Say check this out Bleed, look Concentration Camp in this bitch

Gettin heavy, ya heard me? We all foldin paper nigga, you

Lucky Nuckles, that nigga Loc, Big Happy, Lee Tyme, you know me

Maxminelli I'm foldin paper nigga, an Boo, an we layin low

Cuz that's what Lay Low do, ya heard me?

I'm tellin you, by the time that nigga OG come out of Paris

We gonna have somethin real swole to fold

My nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola

My nigga Big Poola Mic

An we be bout ta let em know what's the motherfuckin count say!

[Chorus: Max Minelli]

The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

You only live once that's how its cut

So where the weed Young Bleed? Let's get tore up!

[Verse 1: Young Bleed]

The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin

You gotta know a nigga yearnin

Niggas stole from the stop an go

An seperate my weed from the seeds

An roll an optimo

An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy

An every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy

Shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it

I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin

While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five

All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside

Got yo mouth wide

Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin nigga

Or hurt somethin nigga

Look here, I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough

Quick on the draw like the last outlaw

Killin 'em softly

Hollerin' girl get off me

Tryin to boss me, an cost me a grip

An got the nerve to get flipped wit a nigga

But see Trix is for kids, silly rabbit

She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it

Ya heard me fool

Only cool dawg puttin it down

Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggas say

[Chorus: Max Minelli]

The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

You only live once that's how its cut

So where the weed Young Bleed? Let's get tore up!

[Verse 2: Young Bleed]

I'm gettin blind, just for piece of mind

Call it a crime, 'cause I'm steady dodgin' one time

An eye for an eye

Tryin to survive in this life of sin, niggas can't win

Steady ballin', but fallin'

Slowly but surely livin' unholy

Down an dirty by my stress, but that's

The way it is when you livin nappy like that

Aphrodisiac, Cognac, and fat chronic sack

Make you react, and flash back, reachin' for your gat, paranoid

Tattoo an' scar playin the cards you dealt

Ain't nothin left, but to go for self

Life in the ghetto

Ask no questions tell no lies, livin' uncivilized

Until you realize, you're stuck still paralyzied

Full of that weed, and a shadow of doubt

Without clout and clientele, tryin' to figure who it tell on

The pistol-packin' Jesse James got the precious 9 for center snipe

Tryin to maintain, the ways of the game

Plain an simple, pop a pimple on the face of the earth

An keep bailin, ain't no telling who's the next to be a felon

Nigga look keyed, he wiped the blood, sweat and tears of fear

They got me in here, tryin to steer clear

Hollin bout

[Chorus: Max Minelli]

The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

You only live once that's how its cut

So where the weed Young Bleed? Let's get tore up!

[Verse 3: Young Bleed]

Criminal minded, you've been blinded

Lookin for a way to get out, you can't find it

Stop tryin, daily

But it's like they'd rather play me

Instead of pay me,(say what?)for my progression

Got me stressin' wit' a Smith an Wesson

Up against aggression and police protection, ugh

So what's a young nigga to do, at age 22

It's you against me, and me against you

To be continued as life goes on, in the panic zone

Searchin for the twilight, we learned to fly by night

Gettin high as a kite, taking a bite, outta crime

Designed to shatter mankind and losin' all state of mind

And blind to the fact, gettin money for crack, and powder

Money and power every hour, on the hour

A coward dies a thousand deaths

But a soldier dies once

Incarcerated, meditating like a monk

With visions of prisons, for livin' life do or die on the street

Mad-doggin' the world with funk beats

Holdin my heat

Smokin' on a blunt, waitin' for the first of the month, ta watch the

Jackers get crunk in this mutha fucka

We don't stop, an we don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

You only live once that's how it's cut

So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

An say we don't stop an we don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

You only live once that's how it's cut

So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

Cuz Lay Low don't stop an he don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

You only live once that's how it's cut

So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

An Big Happy don't stop an he don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

You only live once that's how it's cut

So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

An Young Bleed don't stop an he don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

You only live once that's how it's cut

So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

Cuz C-Loc don't stop an he don't quit

Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit

(what ya got) makin money

(get them thangs when a nigga come up) make money, make money

You only live once that's how it's cut

So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up

Yeah, tryin to tell you, cuz we the sickest god damn it (echos off)