Bleed For Me lyrics

[Intro: Zilla]

Yo

I isn’t even counting bars man you know what I'm saying'

(Ew)

I'm just going'

[Verse 1: Zilla]

Yo introducing' the illest spic, Zilla rip your heart out quick

I put a thought out with Paz and make the whole world sick

Boom bat snatch a rapper with my glue-like grip

I'm the equivalent of Bruce Lee, free-write this

Smack fire out the mic all day, sinister groove shit

Oooaah [?] and fighting' you on my cruise ship

Welcome to the planet where average niggas will bruise quick

We can get it raw, call it using rhythm and blues fist

See I'm a monster, lock jaws, pop off

Rounds in the air, the block know it as Glock off

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, isn’t luxury here

Instead it's kill or be killed and I isn’t writing a will

Despite all the bullshit, nonsense, setbacks

I'm about to show the world what your victory feel

Verse 2: Sino

Males stuck on some hood shit

My cousin clap a nigga quick

Your whole melon get split

One shot, why waste a whole clip?

A wood tip, my flow order niggas out of out to thinking' they shit

Fuck a ounce, grab a brick, break it down, flood the strip

Watch the law because they always trying who doing' 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 'them, fuck them, get 'them away quick

Before they start snitching' and get you locked up quick

I bang a nigga, I isn’t the type drop kick

Rainy days, dark nights, I still make a profit

They be really dressing' all black like they was gothic

Cry in the river like Justin over you casket

I'm always looking' ahead, never dwelling' on bad shit

I never hold work Sino make it fast

[Hook: Sino]

This OK corral, everybody’s hands in the air

We fixing' to shut it down

Where the jewels and the paper at

Never a diplomat

Official Pistol Gang about to run this town

It's the OK corral, everybody's hands in the air

We fixing' to shut it down

Where the jewels and the paper at

Never a diplomat

Official Pistol Gang about to run this town come on!

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

Every single rhyme I write make a building' collapse

It go from cell to cell, you can feel the synapse

Matter fact, I let Blac and Zill kill them with that

Three muhfuckas, three of the illest in rap

We treacherous three, that was the peel of rat

The Kool Moe D made it guerilla da rap

He winning' LL when it is Phillips in fact

And at the same time brothers was dealing' with crack

Killing' 'them softly, Slaine was the villain in that

Kenny Gill, Vinnie real, he still is intact

You analog, I'm digital and I'm feeling' the dat

I've been raw, Tim Dog had the ceiling' on wax

Paul ritcheous teacher because I'm dealing' with facts

Was the price of reefer when you dealing' with math

Punch in a sucker rapper, maybe I'm guilty for that

He just another rapper, y'all know my feeling’s on that

[Verse 4: Blacastan]

Chauvinistic misogynistic in every spot I visit

Bitches get twisted, my G simplistic

Even fat bitches get crushed too because I'm optimistic

Director's chair, life is like a motion picture

Scene from The Godfather, beat you like Sunny's sister

Apocalypse now, Black Hawk down

Nigga's talk loose now, but they softer than goose downs

I'm paying' no attention, laying' low like the Benz suspension

Crazily slept on, but still get an honorable mention

Prophetical, last man standing' like The Book of Eli

Lost in Italy, I'm trying to find a pair of felines

Back to states where the steaks is great

Feeling' ahead leaving' them bleeding like females menstruate

Death to those who chose to throw arrows at the pharaohs

Incinerating' your block, douse you with the Tommy Gun barrels

Official Pistol Gang, banging' guns like Al-Qaedo

[Hook]

• Artist:Vinnie Paz
• Album:2013. Carry On Tradition EP