Lyrics Block Bleeder (feat. Den Den).lrc Z-Ro
[id: pshxecrk]
[ar: Z-Ro]
[al: King of Da Ghetto]
[ti: Block Bleeder (feat. Den Den)]
[length: 04:23]
[00:05.61](*talking*)
[00:07.93]Z-Ro the Crooked, 2K motherfucking 1
[00:08.34]This for all my motherfucking block bleeders
[00:09.06]Fuck 9 to 5, know I’m saying
[00:13.59]I’m talking to the niggas that gon survive
[00:13.98]The motherfucking nine, nickels and dimes
[00:14.70]Stracks, fifty pack, feel that, nigga get your paper
[00:15.90][Den Den]
[00:23.56]Got me pissed off frustrated, you know you outta line
[00:23.94]Plus I’m trying to count you getting high, off this Alabama tie
[00:25.30]Falling short of my plans, so my anger is rising
[00:26.60]Let me take out I-10, while my pressure is climbing
[00:31.84]I can’t mind on drank, so I’m in another mode
[00:36.11]Moving way too fast, down this one way road
[00:38.66]Let me catch my snap, before I roll another crap
[00:41.29]And regret what I done, I been really shaft
[00:43.88]Its a fact that my block, be hotter than the sun
[00:46.40]You can sco’ anything there, from drank to marijuana
[00:49.14]And the corner, is for the stronger heart
[00:51.91]Separate the men from the boys, and the weak from the smart
[00:54.41]And apart, from all these hoe ass laws
[00:57.29]Its a 24 no tolerance, for those that crawl
[00:59.81]Through my block, you might get your busted
[01:03.43]Dick in the dust, for fucking with us on my block
[01:06.40][Chorus]
[01:08.54]Block bleeder, surviving in the game
[01:10.65]I wanna live righteous, but I need to stack change
[01:13.61]I know I’m going through it, but I gotta maintain
[01:16.02]Block bleeder, surviving in the game
[01:20.22]My block is on fire, and I’m addicted to the flame
[01:25.15]Stain after stain, know what I’m talking mayn
[01:27.33][Z-Ro]
[01:28.17]Judge me not, on what you see, nigga
[01:31.30]Don’t you realize, this life of mine is killing me
[01:32.10]Straight from a Christian, to a heartless killa
[01:33.45]Innocent child raised by the guerillas
[01:35.68]Military minded, plus I’m starving for scrilla
[01:38.50]Affiliated with killas, that shermed out and tooted
[01:40.95]But we don’t know no better, paper’s got our mind polluted
[01:44.55]I repent for my sins, cause I know my number’s coming up
[01:46.94]I’m paranoid my nigga, don’t be running up
[01:49.75]Whether friends or foe, I really don’t know
[01:51.24]That’s why I’m warning you Ro, you need to just
[01:52.28]Back up a ski taste, or I’ll be tagging your toe
[01:53.75]Since these punk ass individuals, drag my name through the mud
[01:57.61]I ain’t got nothing to say to niggas, unless they after the bud
[01:59.98]Pumping pack after pack, barley missing a platinum plack
[02:02.72]HPD be on a nigga with no slack, I want executive money
[02:05.22]The CEA, Chief Executive Artist, instead of 36 ounces
[02:08.95]Pistol grip and a cartridge, a block bleeder
[02:11.96][Chorus]
[02:12.37][Z-Ro]
[02:33.50]The block is hot as a clinic, but its profession to me
[02:34.99]And like Juve I’m posted up, so I can watch for the sweet
[02:38.52]I’ve been less fortunate, and had to hustle all my life
[02:41.13]Listening to people say, its gon be alright all my life
[02:43.89]I even got a lady that’s been faithful, all my life
[02:46.49]She’s still my gavel, cause I can’t afford to call her my wife
[02:49.00]I should be thankful that Dennison Dre, done gave me some help
[02:51.70]But I’m depending on grown men, and I’m a grown man myself
[02:54.36]Feeling lesser than nothing, and barely fucking with zones
[02:57.13]Its like an obstacle course of dynamite, under every corner
[03:00.37]I bob and weave through the hard time, my life is pain
[03:03.12]From struggle where niggas fired, the reason that I record mine
[03:05.66]Infrared, nigga you better protect your head
[03:08.25]On my block when we kill eachother, no tears get shed
[03:10.99]You take a front from a nigga, you better be quick to pay up
[03:13.97]Bring his feddy back on time, or he’ll be quick to spray ya
[03:15.67]Twenty Fo’ seven packing a Mac 11, on my turf
[03:19.38]Running away from the police, chunking evidence like a Nurf
[03:21.87]I’d rather sell my own records, Chief Executive Artist
[03:24.63]Instead of 36 ounces pistol grip and a cartridge, a block bleeder
[03:27.42][Chorus]
[03:50.86]Year of Release: 2001