z ro the crooked 2k motherfucking 1 this for all my motherfucking block bleeders fuck 9 to 5 know i m saying i m talking to the niggas that gon survive the motherfucking nine nickels and dimes stracks fifty pack feel that nigga get your paper got me pissed off frustrated you know you outta line plus i m trying to count you getting high off this alabama tie falling short of my plans so my anger is rising let me take out i 10 while my pressure is climbing i can t mind on drank so i m in another mode moving way too fast down this one way road let me catch my snap before i roll another crap and regret what i done i been really shaft its a fact that my block be hotter than the sun you can sco anything there from drank to marijuana and the corner is for the stronger heart separate the men from the boys and the weak from the smart and apart from all these hoe ass laws its a 24 no tolerance for those that crawl through my block you might get your busted dick in the dust for fucking with us on my block block bleeder surviving in the game i wanna live righteous but i need to stack change i know i m going through it but i gotta maintain block bleeder surviving in the game my block is on fire and i m addicted to the flame stain after stain know what i m talking mayn judge me not on what you see nigga don t you realize this life of mine is killing me straight from a christian to a heartless killa innocent child raised by the guerillas military minded plus i m starving for scrilla affiliated with killas that shermed out and tooted but we don t know no better paper s got our mind polluted i repent for my sins cause i know my number s coming up i m paranoid my nigga don t be running up whether friends or foe i really don t know that s why i m warning you ro you need to just back up a ski taste or i ll be tagging your toe since these punk ass individuals drag my name through the mud i ain t got nothing to say to niggas unless they after the bud pumping pack after pack barley missing a platinum plack hpd be on a nigga with no slack i want executive money the cea chief executive artist instead of 36 ounces pistol grip and a cartridge a block bleeder  the block is hot as a clinic but its profession to me and like juve i m posted up so i can watch for the sweet i ve been less fortunate and had to hustle all my life listening to people say its gon be alright all my life i even got a lady that s been faithful all my life she s still my gavel cause i can t afford to call her my wife i should be thankful that dennison dre done gave me some help but i m depending on grown men and i m a grown man myself feeling lesser than nothing and barely fucking with zones its like an obstacle course of dynamite under every corner i bob and weave through the hard time my life is pain from struggle where niggas fired the reason that i record mine infrared nigga you better protect your head on my block when we kill eachother no tears get shed you take a front from a nigga you better be quick to pay up bring his feddy back on time or he ll be quick to spray ya twenty fo seven packing a mac 11 on my turf running away from the police chunking evidence like a nurf i d rather sell my own records chief executive artist instead of 36 ounces pistol grip and a cartridge a block bleeder 