Vinnie Paz,Blacastan,Zilla,Sino — Bleed for Me

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Yo, I ain’t even countin’ bars man, you know what I’m sayin’?
(Yeah!) I’m just going!
Shit… Check… Uh!

Yo, introducin’ the illest spic, Zilla rip your heart out quick (Uh-huh)
I put a dart out with Paz and make the whole world sick (Let’s go)
That boom bap, snatch a rapper with my glue-like grip
I’m the equivalent of Bruce Lee (Waaah!) if he write this
I smack fire out the mic all day, Sinister Groove shit
(Ooh-wops) is cocked and fightin’ you on my cruise ship (Let’s go)
Welcome to the planet where average niggas’ll bruise quick
We can get it raw, call it usin’ Rhythm and Blues Fist (Yea)
See I’mma monster, lock-jaws, pop-fall (POP! POP! POP!)
Rounds in the air, the block know it as black
They tried to say that I was destined to fail
Until I made my city question who could bring it as real
No deal, no dice; ain’t no luxury here (Uh-huh)
Instead, it’s kill or be killed (killed) and I ain’t writin’ a will (Nah!)
So despite all the bullshit, nonsense, setbacks (yea)
I’m ’bout to show the world the way a victory feel (yea that’s right)

Me? I’m stuck on some hood shit (That’s some hood shit)
My cousin clap a nigga quick, your whole melon get split (split)
One shot, Why waste the whole clip? (A whole clip?)
A wood tip, my flow order niggas out of order thinkin’ they’re the shit (Yea)
Fuck a ounce, grab a brick, break it down, flood the strip
Watch the law ’cause they always tryna see who doin’ shit
Question: Why niggas say they still affiliate with?
I don’t need fake friends when I’m dealing with shit
You can’t trust ’em, fuck ’em (fuck ’em), get ’em away quick (yea)
Before they start snitchin’ (snitchin’) and get you locked up quick (You bitch niggas)
I bang a nigga, I ain’t the type to drop kick
Rainy days, dark nights; I still make a profit
They be really dressin’ all black like they was gothic
Cry in the river like Justin over your casket
I’m always lookin’ ahead, never dwellin’ on bad shit (Uh-huh)
I never hold work Sino make it fast, bitch

This the O.K. Corral, everybody’s hands in the air
(*Click-Clack*) We fixin’ to shut it down
Where the jewels and the paper at? Never a diplomat
Official Pistol Gang ’bout to run this town

It’s the O.K. Corral, everybody’s hands in the air
(*Click-Clack*) We fixin’ to shut it down
Where the jewels and the paper at? Never a diplomat
Official Pistol Gang ’bout to run this town — Come on!