Lletres:
Young Bleed My Balls And My Word

Traducció: Young Bleed. Els meus boles i la meva paraula.

(feat. Master P, Mystikal) [Master P] This for my nigga Young Bleed, ya heard me? Young Bleed, hah hah, ungh From the South to the West bring the noise

frontin my naigga Gotta get the ground beneath your feet first potnah And take it how it come, and play it like it go if you ready And let em know you

yards or gold rings [Chorus] [Young Bleed:] Can you visualize perfection in a section of a crib And a yard full of ghetto kids when i was dreamin and creamin and

C-Loc, Master P) [Master P talking] Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed in here, C-Loc in here, an you know the colonel MP up in here [Chorus: Young Bleed

(feat. Maxinelli) [Young Bleed] Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag

annoy us We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus And the Street Lords and truly yours Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust Bleed for the streets love the war My nose bleeds

street and I had to stop Turn up the radio and drop the top I see you look so good and your so fine Young tender, would you be mine I get you in my

my pocket--and the sky beneath my feet. Chameleons bask in the 'arc-lite' reflection--awaiting a chance curtain call, And here from the wings I have watched them and