Текст песни Bleed for Me (feat. Zilla, Sino, & Blacastan) - Sino , Zilla
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
(yeah)
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
(yeah)
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
(yeah)
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
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
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!
Every
single
rhyme
I
write
make
a
buildin'
collapse
It
go
from
cell
to
cell,
you
can
feel
the
synapse
Matter
fact,
I
let
Blac'
and
Zill'
kill
'em
with
that
Three
motherfuckers,
three
of
the
illest
in
rap
We
Treacherous
Three,
that
was
the
pillar
of
rap
Then
Kool
Moe
Dee
made
it
guerilla
to
rap
He
went
at
LL,
went
at
his
feelings
in
fact
And
at
the
same
time
brothers
was
dealin'
with
crack
Killin'
'em
Softly,
Slaine
was
the
villain
in
that
(Slaine
you
my
brother)
Kenny
Gill,
Vinnie
real,
he
still
is
intact
You
analog,
I'm
digital
and
I'm
feelin'
the
dat
I've
been
raw,
Tim
Dog
- Penicillin
On
Wax
(R-I-P!)
Poor
Righteous
Teacher
'cause
I'm
dealin'
with
facts
What's
the
price
of
reefer
when
you
dealin'
with
math
Punchin'
a
sucker
rapper,
maybe
I'm
guilty
for
that
He
just
another
rapper,
y'all
know
my
feelings
on
that
Chauvinistic,
misogynistic,
in
every
spot
I
visit
Bitches
get
twisted,
my
G
is
simplistic
Even
fat
bitches
get
crushed
too...
'cause
I'm
optimistic
Director's
chair,
life
is
like
a
motion
picture
(nigga!)
The
scene
from
The
Godfather,
beat
ya
like
Sunny's
sister
Apocalypse
Now,
Black
Hawk
Down
Nigga's
talk
loose
now,
but
they
softer
than
goose
downs
I'm
payin'
no
attention,
layin'
low
like
the
Benz
suspension
Crazily
slept
on,
but
still
get
an
honorable
mention
Prophetical,
last
man
standin'
like
The
Book
of
Eli
Lost
in
Italy,
I'm
trynna
to
find
a
pair
of
felines
Back
to
the
States
where
the
steaks
is
great
Feelin'
the
hate,
leavin'
'em
bleedin'
like
females
menstruate
Death
to
those
who
chose
to
throw
arrows
at
the
Pharaohs
Incineratin'
your
block,
douse
you
with
the
Tommy
Gun
barrels
Official
Pistol
Gang,
bangin'
guns
like
Al-Qaeda
- What?
This
the
O.K.
Corral,
everybody's
hands
in
the
air
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
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!
1 God Bless
2 The Devil's Ransom (feat. Jarren Benton & Lawrence Arnell)
3 No More Games (feat. Chris Rivers & Spit Gemz)
4 Envy the Dead (feat. Scott Stallone)
5 Bleed for Me (feat. Zilla, Sino, & Blacastan)
6 In the Middle of Nowhere (feat. Lawrence Arnell, Slaine, & Rite Hook)
7 Innermost Hate (feat. G-Mo Skee)
8 Is Happiness Just a Word? (feat. Yes Alexander)
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