Young Bleed

Ain't nothin to it but to do it when shits trecherous
Go to my ? and get sick wit it like da exorcists
Hataz can't get next to dis I flex wit dis
I promise you dat
Or loose your life on purpose nigga
I'ma be back
Dat nigga don't wanna see dat
I'm haunted by night stalkers to death
Rippin your click apart
Till it ain't no one left
Now who's da first to die
Here da killaz cry young
Pacin back and fourth against da wall wit dey nuts huh
I'm ? powerful split da world go get your dictionary
And paint a perfect picture 4 da pictionary
Nigga I hope you see what I'm seein
Bein A naughty nigga walkin da world
You can either swim wit da fishes
Or straight go nuts wit da squirels
Go call Earl my nigga
Shit he ain't listenin
I'm findin niggaz shinin till dey glistenin
Steadily whisperin words through corridors
>From da 36
Chambers of Death
The vital signs of mental language iz der
You can't explain it yourself
So now you muggin me
I'm scannin yo mind to find you rather put a slug in me
But da people dey be buggin me
Maybe cuz of somethin dey heard
Come to find out dey recordin every word

[Hook] To all my niggaz wit da glock 9's
Dat's my nigga wit da 4-5
Dat's my nigga wit da tech 9
Dat's my nigga dodgin 1 time
Dat's my nigga

I ain't talkin to savage niggaz tryin to die next to me
Bitches break dey self to lie in ecstasy
Police claim dey catchin me
So all da savage niggaz come wit weaponry
They lady lie down on da ground convicted felony
Dey tell every nigga to die young
If you down in da burough
Every ghetto thug ready to die thorough
Nigga act like you know if you don't know
Da T.V. don't show
Boyz in da hood livin savage
And my ? ya heard me
Fo sho do
Dem niggaz ain't knowin dat we tryin to keep it alright
And out of sight nigga
Ball 4 life wit ya
You ready but iz you sho do
Take a couple of hits and make some mo do
Nigga fuckin wit a zag zigger
Brakin bricks up in a big bag
Back and fourth we pass da zig zag
Nigga don't give a fuc if you bigger
I'm tryin to see off in your heart
Wanna light a spark
Cuz evil niggaz glow in da dark ya heard me
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Until a nigga wanna snitch like a bitch
Tryna dig your boy a ditch
Cuz he don't wanna see you get rich
Hatin on da man dat I am
Ain't dat some shit
Iz ya ready for me
I'ma blood nigga dats trecherous

Hey yo, turn the headphones up a lil' bit
Alright, yea alright, umm, umm, yo yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo ,yo

Yo, ain't no mistakes, they say give and take
And if you know like I know, you gotta live the breaks
Numbing all the dope infested
Unprotected ghetto life style with killer crime records
I make it a point to understand this ain't wonderland
It's either kill or be killed, law of the land
Just to see that my mind expand rapidly
I can't lose sleep, I stay on my feet and flip enough to eat yo
Ain't nothing sweet when milk money ain't enough to feed the tummy
We mummified in this land of milk and honey
Home of the never free, become ghetto celebrities
Living in jeopardy, playing around where some will never be
Take it in stride, thats how we ride through the streets where I'm from
Trying to get some, hoping for the big one seven figures and them some
Make it and spend some, hustling with the man steady taking your income
Ya heard me?

[hook]

See you win some, you lose some
And then you spend some on em' when you choose em'
See it's a cold world, and it's a cold game
But if you learn to give and take it aint no thang [x2]

Nigga break bread with me, stay ahead with me
And if your loyal then you know your gonna fare it with me, say it with me
And play it with me rugged raw style
Respect my mind, I'm looking nothing like your product child
You know I let the beats bang and slowly do my thang
If you can't hang then say you can't hang nigga
What I deliver will give em' shivvers in the night time
And I ain't trippin' I just write rhymes about my lifetime
How I stand secure when the pressure endure
While the rest fall off they ain't sure
To mimick my methods I won't except it if the truth ain't true
I watch em' die in disguise wicked as voodoo
Niggas holler who, what, where, and when you wanna try
Know your dealing with a hustler living it do or die
Don't ask why, my nigga this just fate
In this life we life, you gotta give and take, thats how it operates

[hook]

I'm looking for a ONE-TIME in the summer in the city
Where the girls look good, but they attitudes shitty
With a fifty sack of sticky bailing up G Street
Through the corner projects hauling my heat
I heard they took my partner out the game last week
We come from the same streets now they trying to blast me
More money more murder, I'm cold-blooded and these hoes love it
But thats the quickest downfall and I'm for sho' you know
It's like time keep on slippin' and niggas keep trippin'
So I keep a nine with the clip in
Holstered up hot and heated
You can thank it's a game but come and see it to believe it
You ain't know, I'm representin' out that dirty-dirt
Southside nigga living untrustworthy
You heard me, where word be wicked and rotten
See a gun and nigga fuck what you saw
You know, for sho'

[hook]

(feat. C-Loc, Master P)

[Master P talking]

Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed in here, C-Loc in here, an you know the
Colonel MP up in here

[Chorus: Young Bleed]

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg, hustiln high, cuz live niggas keep it
Real young, can we keep it real Loc? Tryin not to spill no blood, if
It's real show a nigga love, nigga.

[Verse 1: Young Bleed]

Nigga it burns for gold that rose before me that was fakin' the funk,
Long an behold I come to get it, so I'm takin' it in chunks, out to
Lunch for brunch, maggots gonna munch in perpendicular, order money, man
Slaughter, I write this shit thats good for you, how many mutha fuckas
Must get dealt wit? Before someone kick down yo door, an leave you
Helpless, is you feelin' my fear, feelin' my vibe, at the same time, I
Dirty my theroy, clickin my tribe, tryin' ta claim mine, hush,
What you discovered don't shake the rictor, my nigga, my nerve, go get
The camera, get the picture, I'm laughin' at y'all for tryin' to ball,
Wit yo mug on me, movin' a million mutha fuckas strappin murder machine,
I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin great wine, polishin
Pussy thats genuine, paralized to the format still smokin' blunts for
Days, an mama's theroies an ways, got me prepared ha, niggas ain't
Ready, but if it wasn't for the grace of God, they say you couldn't live
Life against all odds, I know it's hard, but it's real though, I'm 'bout
Ta peel out, everytime I touch somethin', what ya feel yo, nigga, give a
Fuck if you bigga.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: C-Loc]

It be a piper push poundses, wit playas who wanna rise, pick the pen
Then ??? my rhyme, eh, so now I can make a leagal paper in this rap
Game, at the first used to hear that boy playin' wit steel toys, now I'm
Worse, can't break the curse, y'all laugh until I die, comin' from the
Dirt, so watch a young hustler rise an shine, like the ghetto
Mastermind, (bout it bout it) let em know, why do, doin' all that lyin'
Got the nation down to ???, young mutha fucka ain't do shit, can't stand
The heat get out the kitchen, before trigga fingas get to itchin', getty
Up, get into position to have twitchin', thinkin', damn, how could I
Have mention, stop trippin', keep it real nigga.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Master P]

Ughh! I live my life of a youngsta wit money, to many, bitches
Pandhandlers, beggas an dummies, tryin ta, steal my soul, I mean suck me
Dry, for these 20 inch rims on my ghetto ride, I couldn't lose my life
Tryin' to keep my shoes, sell my soul to the devil, in the ghetto you
Lose, an ain't no, nigga gonna make it, fakin' the game, too many blacks
Behind bars for fortune and fame, I live, my life, readin' jail house
Letters, I'm workin', money orders sendin weed through sweaters, I seen
Mama's turn off of hustlas and killas, my last supper probably gonna be
Wit fiends an dealers. Ughhhh!

[Chorus x3]

[Master P talking during chorus]

C-Loc records, keep it real, for all the records, keep it real Loc the
Whole south, to the east, to the west, to the middle, huh, we gonna keep
It real though, keep it real Loc.

(feat. Master P, Mystikal)

[Master P]
This for my nigga Young Bleed, ya heard me?
Young Bleed, hah hah, ungh
From the South to the West bring the noise
(Bitch I see you there, whas happenin?
Oh what you don't remember me? I'ma come out motherfucker, know how I do)
Ain't No Limit, unggggh

Ungggggh, bring the noise, nigga
Ungggggh, pass me them toys, nigga
[x2]

[Mystikal]
You need a fuckin whole army if you think you gonna take me
I come up in this bitch and start goin CRAZY
No more Mr. Nice Guy, excuses be given but that's how you MADE me
Bitch this real life, it ain'ts to be played with
One false move, niggaz I tear purchasin the pavement
Had to get my shit together straight never flyin right from a sandpit
Had to get my foundation mo' stable, and tighten up on my PAPER
Uncle Sam get out the way I don't care so hand the number
To my pager watchin for weasels, but still take good care of my PEOPLE
Keep handlin my business I'm in it to win it -- YEAH!
Fuck the party I'm workin hard from seargeant to lieutenant
Let's get it started to fin' it, my beginning is your ending
If I want it I GET IT, AND IF I SAID IT I MEANT IT
HOW IN THE FUCK you gonna PLAY ME, smile in my face like you LIKE me
Bitch you might as well HATE ME, you don't value my LIFE
Determination, balls of fate, is how I got up in here
So don't get SHOT up in here get out the way bitch we GOT IT from here!

[Chorus: Master P]

So, bring the noise, niggaz unnnngh
So, pass me them toys, nigga unngggggh
[x2]

Niggaz duck when I came I mean I buck and they ran
How many fools screamin Soldier but they couldn't maintain
I had my Soldier ranks high and across my fo'head
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, that what my pah said
I learned to, double it up for some dollars
Hooked up wit a dopefiend term I sawed shit into hard powder
I'm on the block slangin amphetamines
I'm thinkin about my ghetto dreams on a triple beam
Ain't no, turnin back I'm way too deep
I got prices on my head by niggaz in the hood and the police
A young nigga tryin to make it
Twenty inch rims, candy wood, that's why they hate me, Soldiers

[Chorus]

[Young Bleed]
Nigga if you ain't ready now you won't ever be ready
They tryin to catch me for steady stackin confedi it's heavy
But let me explain the game to break the chains of pain and, misery
Playin my fame throughout this game and, remain a, mystery
Is you peepin my skill? Is you seein is it real?
Is you hurtin from hatin makin me reach for my steel?
Knowin I'm runnin with ballers and steady clickin with killers
Graveyard peelers masterminded drug dealers, and bitches love
Niggaz payin dues without nothin to lose
Actin a fool the savage style from New Orleans to Baton Rouge
I'm the cool out, makin it pop, it don't stop
Til I stack a million chips that's off the top, is you feelin me?
I'm willin, it ain't no killin, I bet
Your life'll never be the same from blood spillin
Heavens to Merkatroid gotta be fouler like the Big Boy
Shakin up some shit I thought you knew I bring the noise, bitch

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Ha ha, No Limit nigga
Bringin the motherfuckin noise
Young Bleed, pass the toys
Mystikal, and I got it Master P
Let's ride out nigga, handle our business
Burst the game on these stupid bitches and get paid
[gunshot]

[Young Bleed]
Hey give me weed for a G and let me mob
And fuck what you talkin about playa
Cause I do my job
I never knew nothin but hustlin
Struggle and strive just to stay alive
Never could keep a nine to five
So I'm making my cent
A proposition that you can't refuse
In it to win it, never lose
Steady payin dues
I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now
Got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now
But hold me down
And let me know you know for sure
When you see me sideways ballin out the door
Gone to the liquor store
Commin off the slab
Smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab
On behalf of the Concentration Camp
We breaking bread for life
So everything gonna be alright now
My nigga my nerve
Fresh off the curb
Jelly, jam, and preserve
Nothin but balls and my word
Fuck what you heard
Smoke something nigga

Hey dog, you know who this is right?
It's that G street shit nigga you know what I'm talkin about
Come on
Southside, niggas make that money
Make that ah ah
Northside, niggas make that money
Make that hah
Eastside niggas make that money
Make that ah ah
Westside niggas make that money
Make that
Live life in legacy is my destiny nigga fo sho
You know I'd rather take it slow doe
Hoppin out the four door
Ride
Dramatized off in this game but it ain't no disrespecting myself
So it ain't no disrespectin my game
Can you hear me meng?
Better watch where ya walkin if you talkin that shit
Especially if you counterfeit
Fuck around and get your wig split
Tryna dig shit
But really I ain't no murderer
But hear me when I say
Nigga I ain't never heard of ya
Full of that weed
I get to bellin on the block
Doin bout fo-five
Takin nathen from none a yall
So you know I ain't no jive
Nigga that's my mentality
Whut
Don't catch no casualty
Nigga cause in reality
Whut
It's bout a salary
Nigga I'm from a town called fresh
Off your motherfuckin ass
Steady mobbin to the gunblast
Take a turn in my way
See me playin wit my A.K.
And smokin on some hay on Valentine's Day
Nigga hah hear me say whut
[Chorus]
See me ridin cool as glide
With my thang right by my side
Suggesting ya'll put down your pride
Cause only playa hatas die
And ain't no love for the other side
So ain't no way I'ma let it ride
I-oh I oh I
[x2]
Nigga come get some bump and put yo mug on and bitch meng
Playa hatas gonna get served when I put my gloves on now get right
When you interfere in my zone get caught up in a rapture
You can't capture the kick crime bones and slap it ask hops

Traveling through the hearts of men
I can see all the sin we in
Some of ya'l gonna pretend
To the end and back again
So it ain't no friends
Hey now
That's why I don't play nah
You gonna hear a nigga say hah
Give a fuck about none of ya'll
Give a fuck about one time
That's why I stay high till I die
Steady countin my fetti
Little nigga nuts to finally got heaven
See me walkin wit a cowgirl don't know down to eleven
To the back of a chevy
Ready or not here I come
So can I be the chosen one
Noddin like a poppa don
Click gettin ready to drop the bomb
Booya bam you were here me say damn
Steady walkin and talkin in the silence of the lambs
And I cram to understand
With a pistol in hand
Impress another killin clan
Tryna figure how a nigga just could kill a man
Maybe cause he ain't feel the man
My niggas got me trippin off the shit they play in my head
Fatal visions of that infrared
Nigga crucified on the cross
In the land of the lost
And resurrected
On the day they made me boss in this motherfucker
[Chorus]
God bless the child that hold his own on the microphone
Home alone and name is Corleone
Tryna get it before its gone
Hoppin in the cadillac broham
And I'm on in time
Feelin like the world is mine
Single handedly on the grime
Tryna stay away from one-time
Don't mind but a gotta figure
All these years if I pull this trigger
With niggas chestin up like their nuts got bigger
Cause bitches still hollerin thugs and my niggas
Fore score about 24 years ago just a pimp ho
Momma told me how the game go
And it's still the same skinny nigga lookin for the rainbow
To the top of the world if you ain't afraid
Nigga let's get paid
Hear me holler fuck em all
If they bitch made
Switchin like switch blade
Hey naw that's why I don't play now
You'll hear a nigga say hah
Give a fuck about none a ya'll
Give a fuck about one time
That's why I stay high till I die
Come back again to the hearts of men no longer living in sin
Still smokin my weed sippin on a half pint of gin
With a devilish grin
JD's revenge
In the lap of luxury
It ain't no touchin me ho bitch
Fuck wit me
On a daily maybe
Bosses

(feat. C-Loc, Master P)

[Master P]
Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there
New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there
Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that there
Shreveport, Mississippi How you do that there
Alabama, Atlanta How you do that there
Florida, Arkansas How you do that there

[Young Bleed]
Nigga say who that, heard they want do that
Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black
My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb
Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word
And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin
Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed
A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on
In the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days
Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high
And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes
And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil
And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough
Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though
But see how they runnin everything on the cool
But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker

[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]

[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla, how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] And niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] California to Virginia nigga, we don't care

[Master P]
See in these streets, anything goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll
Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes
These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit
Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit
What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy
Painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers
Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja
Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks
Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock
Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit
Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick
Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe
R.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is gone
Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it
It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy
Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill
Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill

[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]

[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] R.U., Utah nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care

[C-Loc]
It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though
When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go
Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked
It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action
In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em
Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em
When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long
Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey
A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token
I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too
So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad
Cuz if ya'll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass
Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' through
Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time
So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh

[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]

[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
[Master P] Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care
How we do that there, how we do that there
How we do that there
Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we don't care

(feat. Maxinelli)

[Young Bleed]
Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag
Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag
I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese
Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze
Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from
Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk
Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz
Be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool?
That's how I come up, that's how it go down
Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound
We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin
From a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty
Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine
Smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine
In blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury
They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry
I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate
It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main
I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh)
Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit

[Maxinelli]
Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right
Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?)
Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe
And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese
Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace
Cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK
I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti
Ready for confedi and FUCK what they tryin to tell me
I'm bout to get it and the only way I know
Is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin bitches hit the flo', you know
Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy
We G and do it legit those raps with locs
On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel
You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it whatcha asked foe
And razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash
As my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity ass
But I'm flickin my ashes stickin asses of bastards
Fieldin shit like flea flickers and kickin it with G niggaz
See what you makin with the raise at your job
Is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob
And I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets
I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th
With my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet
With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police
Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin
That make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it, but see
I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have
Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag, nigga what?

(feat. C-Loc, Lee Tyme, Maxinelli)

[dialogue from the movie "Superfly"]
Look Eddie
This is a chance, and I wanna take it
Now... before I have to kill somebody
Before somebody ices me
Are you with me Eddie?

[Chorus:]

Niggaz always claim they've got confedi
But too many niggaz wanna hop out, before they ready
Get they hand on a block of dough, try to live like Frank Nitty
Play it broke until you get out the game, cause the shit gets heavy

[C-Loc]
Zo No in the bucket with hoe chicken not made bucks yet
Nigga couldn't meet me in my spot so I say fuck it
Them niggaz don't stick to the program, no white folks hang on Beemer
From O-Z's to keys, now ain't no time to change em
See that's why niggaz fuck up, chakra made em money
And they stopped makin money, ain't got shit to do with cut
Go from twenty G's grind for the week with no expenses
Til ya splurge and put your biz up in the streets, a nigga snitches
Now them bitches lookin at you shitty and, you done attracted
Every beggin bitch up in the fuckin city, it's a pity
With you, honey used to spend a week, jumped up
A few G's, since she wanna fuckin play gold dig
They never knew you had that much grip, now you got
Every clown in the city tryin to peep out your shit
Start splurgin 'fore they time up real dummies they smoked
But that's the main two reasons why niggaz go broke

[Chorus]

[Maxinelli]
Main most of these niggaz need to slow they roll
Claimin balla but they never played the game befo'
Too many niggaz hindsight, wide right, doin what ya cain't
Suicide my eyes wide-eyed, bein what you ain't
Why so many motherfuckers claim they movin that weight
But wouldn't even know a dime if it shit in they face?
So why pussy ass niggaz flashin Benz car keys
Showin ass but they barely even seein O-Z's?
And got the whole neighborhood thinkin they ship keys
And them makin hoes thinkin that they really OG's
But boy if you only knew, you shouldn't be
Somethin that you never been, bitch niggaz ain't veterans
I'm tellin them, lay it low til on the way out or
End up a dead motherfucker with your dick in your mouth
Cause when the shit gets heavy, to you it's like a movie
That's scary and real, niggaz let the pistol play Freddy, confedi

[Chorus]

[Young Bleed]
Uhh, seldom seem in the platinum dream, hustlin for cream
By any means necessary, top it off with a cherry
For every nigga that know, it comes natural, don't rush your life
Away playa potnah stack up your cashflow and take your walk
A day at a time, from a nickel to a dime
Smokin weed drinkin wine, keepin it on my mind
A blind fury as a shine, jewelry flashin
Niggaz playa hate cause bitches love it with a passion
But fuck em though; I live untouchable, a hustler high
Tryin to make it out the game like Superfly
Livin do or die, and I'm on it 'fore I bail out the do'
Ask my hoes before I go; you want a blow? Smoke somethin
Ain't no future in your frontin my naigga
Gotta get the ground beneath your feet first potnah
And take it how it come, and play it like it go if you ready
And let em know you all about your 'fedi nigga huh?
Hear me say what...

[New Chorus:]

Hoes up on the dick, cause you're drivin Lexus
But where all the bitches was, before you was flexin
He's a money hungry nigga to have, B-L-E-S-S-E-D
But the white folks'll have your ass dreamin bout the street

[Lee Tyme]
I see, most nigga shit cream
Them hoes know, when they gets caught by the team, believe me
They get hotter than that, your stack will scream
Once The Man gets to diggin on 'fedi
You spend it so lavishly, obviously you ain't recognize
That them laws do have eyes
And what you do attract, is like dick to cat
Before you know, they'll be pullin burglar boys off the door
The Caddy, whose gonna ride inside? Well not you
Your folks had to slang em, bank em
On another appeal, nigga these streets is real
You reminiscin, do you still get a thrill?
I tell you it'll fail you every time, these material things
Get your pride up, got these fools thinkin they kings
And your punk ass team can't help, or will they?
Because you didn't choose wisely

Hey, look playa - you wanna be rich?
Well the key to bein rich is paisleys
Oh yeah but you gotta make sure you make progress daily
But if your mind ain't right, get your fuckin mind right
BIOTCH!

"Come on out with your hands high!
"Hahahaha, with your hands high!
Hahhaha huh I better reason with him"

Why don't you ride to the rhythm of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no one else
Looky here
On my Doc Holidays, boy I piss upon your grave
And wipe the smile away
Nigga, don't even try
Fistful of dollars, we gon' ride
Ya hear me, nigga?
See I ain't got that many friends, white tombstone
[???] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybody

From the niggas, to the killas
They callin' me a bad man ridin' 'cross the desert plains
And Mama still can't explain without the 'caine
It's raw, boy
Cowboys hear the "Yippie-yi-yay!"
Murder dancin' where the Indians play
Watch what you say
Durin' the spiritual ritual huntified ceremony
Clickin' swines[?] that'll get you on a Shetland pony
Memoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts
'Couldn't rassle nappy niggas with a lasso
Heated like Tabasco, it's on
Nigga quick on the draw
And he get to bustin' on them bitches like the Last Outlaw
Uh, nigga what!

"Hahha...
Cowboy I'm gonna [???] you are a testly li'l cuss[whistling]"

Niggas and bitches call me Nino Corleone, I got a license to kill
But ain't no playa hatin' in me, I got love for the real
So if you see me with my [guv?], just move and step aside
Hit me up and let a nigga just ride
South Side
Got your mouth wide, buckin' for nothin'
Now if you're 'bout it, be 'bout it 'bout it, and without no discussion
Now if you're talkin', keep talkin', and get a dick in yo' mouth
Don't hide now, torchin' up the whole house
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Picture me coolin' on the 6th day of June
Down in Cancun, Mexico
But if you stress me, ho, I guess I gotta let it go
And ain't no shootin' up at the moon
I'm tryin' to knock yo' ass up out the saloon
Cock, kaboom!
In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett
Fuckin' wit' that opium, getting high as a rocket
And, um, rocket gonna blast, for playin' with the trigger
Nigga, rocket put a cap in a nigga(boo-ya!)
Full a' that weed
Watchin' motherfuckers bleed
But not takin' heed
Steady proceeding with their devilish deeds
Fatal with flaw, mad at the world with no regards for the Law
Finna' get to bustin' on them bitches like the last outlaw
Huh, nigga, what!

"I coulda killed ya Dick, I coulda killed ya.
But I don't wanna kill ya, I wanna eat"

I fought the Law, and the Law won
You see, I shot the sheriff but forgot his son
Totin' on a shotgun with pistol full of hot ones
"Ay yo, sheriff, he still wit' you?" I popped him and dropped him
And took his potna's crown
It's a brand new sheriff in town
And I don't think you wanna fuck around
Double jeopardy for the deputy dog
Fuckin' wit' a hog
Say y'all, y'all motherfuckers tried to ball
The rise and fall
For y'all, nigga, I'll be a huckleberry
Spittin' fire from the blood that me and Lucky Knuckles carry
Legendary, hereditary for niggas that know
I'm out the window with a stagecoach, fresh out the poke
My homie Loc gave me an order that the blind could see
Told me to blow him away, or make him ride with me
Put on your boots, cowboy, and pass the pound
I got the moonshine water makin' wine(nigga)
One of a kind, genuine
Know when to hold 'em and fold 'em
Y'all niggas gotta give me mine before I roll 'em, though
Playin' is raw
Quick on the draw
Hollerin' 'bout "Fuck what you saw!"
Chewin' on straw
Steady bustin' like the Last Outlaw!
Huh, nigga what!

"You gotta test yourself every day, gentlemen.
One you stop testing yourself, you get slow.
And when that happens, they kill you."

[Gunshots and screams]

(feat. Maxminelli)

[Maxminelli talking]

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 x1: Maxminelli]

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 lets 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,
Niggaz 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 dawg 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 niggaz say.

[chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Young Bleed]

I'm gettin blind, juss for piece of mind,
Call it a crime, cuz I'm steady dodgin one time,
An eye for an eye,
Tryin to survive in this life of sin, niggaz can't win,
Steady ballin, but fallin,
Slowly but surely livin non-holy
Down an dirty by my stress, but that's
The way it is when you livin nappy like that,
Afrodizeact, chroniac, an phat chronic sack,
Make you react, an flash back, reachin for yo gat, parinoid,
Tattoo an scar playin the cards you dealt,
Ain't nothin left, but to go forself,
Life in the ghetto,
Ask no questions tell no lies, livin uncivilized,
Until you realize, you stuck still paralyzied,
Full of that weed, an a shadow of doubt
Wit out, cloudy can't 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 tellin who the next to be a felon,
Nigga look keyed, he wiped the blood, sweat an tears of fear,
They got me in here, tryin to steer clear,
Hollin bout.

[chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Young Bleed]

Criminal minded, you've been blinded,
Lookin for a way to get out, but can't find it,
Stop tryin, daily,
But it's like you'd rather play me,
Instead of pay me,(say what?)for my brush,
Got me stressin wit a Smith an Wesson,
Never good for rushin in police protect me, ugh,
So what's a young nigga to do, at age 22
It's you against me, an 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, takin a bite, outta crime,
Design, the shadow man came an losin all state of mind,
An blind to the fact, gettin money for crack, an powder,
Money an power every hour, on the hour,
A coward dies a thousand deaths,
But a soldier dies once,
Incarcerated, menatatin like a monk,
Wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street,
Man doubtin the world wit funk beats,
Holdin my heat,
Smokin on a blunt, waitin for the first of the month, ta watch the
Jackers get clunked 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]