Twisted Black, Clipse - Block Bleeding lyrics

Get a load of my ears, my wrist
And I ain't came this far chasin' a bitch
I done put time in
(yeah) , and though it ain't crack no more
I'm still grindin', nigga still shinin'
(Grindin') red, yellow, and blue
The colors in them diamonds
Flashy, oh yeah, my bitch match me
My whole team gettin' it, it's just that peak
Romance, no, not a chance, out the question
Every month, I push a new ride
Keep 'em guessin'
Haters don't wet it, 'cause it'll stress
You if you let it, man
Spent twenty on that wrist watch
Can't even sеt it, damn
No time for them chicken and tricks
If I fall off, back to thе kitchen
Fixin' that mix but whatever
You'll never catch me trickin' on chicks
I'm Malicious
Known to get that money and run
'Cause with a income like mine
Trust them bitches'll come, you know

Block bleedin'
We hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the
Hell because we greedy ghetto gladiators
Bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe
Movin' snow from here to Catalina
Block bleedin'
We hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the
Hell because we greedy ghetto gladiators
Bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe
Movin' snow from here to Catalina

I'm Twisted Black
(Huh) , and y'all cats ain't heard of me yet
Oh y'all spit
But it's all about who word it the best
I'm representin' for them gutter folks
Where life is hard (yeah, yeah)
Stiff niggas
Where we sell sacks and fight in the yard
Nightfall, we all flossin' on inches and D's
I'm so iced up, they nicknamed me Mr freeze
I'm on the quest, plus I'm hungry
So gimme a plate
I'm gang-stricken when I spit
It's like a venomous snake
Niggas'll break and grab they
Broads, "Pimpin' the Miss
" is what they yell
Twisted Black'll have her sellin' her tail
(For sho')
Quickly, don't pimp me, I got game for days
Small frame with this tall game
All in your range (Uh, huh)
It's the southside, papa
(M-m-m) , it's Funkytown, Texas (Uh, huh)
You know where you grindin'
Niggas go for y'all connection (Fo' sho)
The block bleeder pound here
You from around here (Huh)
Now what the hell you doin'
Down here? We block bleedin'

Block bleedin'
We hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the
Hell because we greedy ghetto gladiators
Bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe
Movin' snow from here to Catalina
Block bleedin'
We hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the
Hell because we greedy ghetto gladiators
Bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe
Movin' snow from here to Catalina

P-U-S-H-A to the T and
My car European, SL5 2003 and
Mami get a rush
Had that candy red paint sorta
Make the chrome blush money hard earned
I could burn a dime on a bitch
Not even for a perm
Listen, I'll move 'caine through the streets
'Til the bailiff haul me off
And court is adjourned
And ain't ne'er a bitch waitin' on me
She'll end up skatin' on me
Fuck the man hatin' on me
So I keep my money close, hoes third
Tight second was the gun that's
Protectin' what was first
Uugh, it's the boy that you heard
That keeps snowpiles in the
Summer on your curbs
The 'caine dealer, the stainless steeler
(Twisted Black and Clipse) Man
It's gets no realer

Block bleedin'
We hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the
Hell because we greedy ghetto gladiators
Bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe
Movin' snow from here to Catalina
Block bleedin'
We hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the
Hell because we greedy ghetto gladiators
Bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe
Movin' snow from here to Catalina

Block bleedin'