Block Bleeding Twisted Black (Ft. Clipse)

[Intro: Malice & Pusha-T]
Remix
Star Trak, y'all
3R
Remix, 3R
Man, it gets no realer, real—

[Verse 1: Malice]
Get a load of my ears, my wrist
And I ain't came this far chasin' a bitch
I done put time in (Yeah), and though it ain't crack no more
I'm still grindin', nigga still shinin' (Grindin')
Red, yellow, and blue, the colors in them diamonds
Flashy, oh yeah, my bitch match me
My whole team gettin' it, it's just that peak
Romance, no, not a chance, out the question
Every month, I push a new ride, keep 'em guessin'
Haters don't wet it, 'cause it'll stress you if you let it, man
Spent twenty on that wrist watch, can't even sеt it, damn
No time for them chicken and tricks
If I fall off, back to thе kitchen, fixin' that mix
But whatever, you'll never catch me trickin' on chicks
I'm Malicious, known to get that money and run
'Cause with a income like mine, trust them bitches'll come, you know

[Chorus: Twisted Black]
Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy
Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina
Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy
Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina