Blood On The Leaves Lee Drilly

[Intro: Nina Simone and Lee Drilly]
Strange fruit hanging (Grah, grah, grah, grah grah boom)Lee Drilly
From the poplar trees
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard? (Aye, 2300 beats going crazy)
Jack B's, jack bigger B's, drop my shit we gon let it squeeze
Blood on the leaves (Woah, woah)

[Chorus: Lee Drilly and Nina Simone]
And we still "Fuck the police"
Woah, I had the feds on my back so I gotta move tact, I run when they say (Freeze)
I put 94 on the map, don't care what you jack, I'ma let it squeeze (Freeze)
Caught me a opp, he tripped and that nigga ain't had it, turned him into weed
Now that's blood on the leaves
Damn, it is what it is
And where I come from they don't care bout your mom, they on timing, no thеy ain't stopping for kids (Momma love,Freeze)
I don't got friends, I got brothеrs, came up from the gutter
Don't judge us that's just how we live (Freeze)
Do a hit then invest in a lawyer, I got paranoia, don't talk what I did
Cause my brothers doing bids (Blood on the leaves)

[Verse: Lee Drilly]
Got the racks when I walk in the spot
Pass Lil Juju or Louie the chop (Drilly)
Said what? Make it hot
Move wrong, he shot
They just broke and that's why they got no man
Opps broke, and them niggas got no bands
Mama Barbie, got her moving slow damn
But I came in harder than a chokeslam
EBK, gon have to get up with us
Free the guys on the rock, had the sit ups
No guns, like the page, you get ripped up
And we only informants, don't kill us
Free Gotti, got [?] with him (Gotti)
If he diss on the deads, he a victim
Dougie dissed on the deads and got hit (He hit)
Said he walked in his shoes (My leg, my leg), but he can't even get up
Everything that I got, I earned
I put on, niggas know they heard
Juju [?] bird (Juju, Ju)
[?] spit in your purse (She got knocked the fuck out)
Young 940, I'm the first
Try to run up on me, you merked
Know the deads got them niggas hurt (He got mad dead mans)
[?] went out bad, but Blay went out worse
Got a gun, so like, why would I fight you?
On my block, don't let them niggas hype you
I don't care if the heat right beside you
Up first, shoot, I click em' on arrival
Yeah she cute, but lil bitch, I don't like you
We can't kiss, but baby, I'll pipe you
Two opps, send shots, they dead
Two-two DOA's that was dead on arrival
She came in wit' her man, but she leavin' wit' us
No you can't be gang, you ain't bleedin' for us
Is you ready to give out beatings for us?
And I need hoes that be beastin' to fuck
Caught me a opp, tried to reason wit' us
And I know he wish he wasn't beefin' wit' us
Like, all jokes aside, he ain't tweakin' wit' us
Stevie Wonder could see there's a demon in us (Demon child)