Z-Ro - Block Bleeder Lyrics

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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

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[Z-Ro]

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

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