Nosebleeds

Lyrics

[Intro: Bronze Nazareth] Uh, yeah, Tales from the Bronxside, [?], Motown, yeah, uh, RIP K7, one more, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Bronze Nazareth] I say a prayer to my Ruger 9 Hollow out the lead, nigga, that'll chew your spine I'm not a killer but a threat is probably suicide If you can make it in Detroit it's destiny that you survive Lucifer tries, he tried a few times Times is trying so I be trying different hybrids Left gun rule thought those streets was dying Until Joy Road made me reach for iron I don't waffle it's authentic what I bleed when writing Statues of my niggas dead they get struck by lightning Sometimes a Quiet Ones the lion with the 9-iron Just like my will I'll leave my rich thoughts for those conspiring Talkin' to my brother years after he died, damn The convo still ill, he asked me hit the firing pin Meyer Lansky myelin in the hyena den Your bitch a thot, I got a queen plus my two gems You me too them my clips longer than Slim Jims Everyday it's a funeral, don, the dim Brims Hood bougie blowing top shelf off pop cans Salute? I held him down while he was on the lam We met like mobsters over Pantheon chops of lamb Pussy dance and the lips swing I was a wanted man, hundred grand instinct Million-dollar plans or Sundown gettin' it Grave thoughts, dope art, painting kilos I'll never fold Davey Scatino I was in Maine eating lobster, Cuttino Mobley You cats don't get it, nigga- I'm holy Jesus feet, Heaven's parolee I swear I saw Kevin in the nosebleeds [Verse 2: Boldy James] I never understood why they called my dog Bronze a year? gold medallist, man Welcome to the winner circle, baby Sprouted from the blacktop The concrete rose petal It's me and Bronze some Olympian gold medalists (Yeah) Type to tighten my belt, 'fore I beg for help You know what they say, good dope sell itself It's 227 Mafia, what else? (What?) If the work ain't takin', we be done took his stripes Take what from who? He must don't love his life (Uh) Only thing a nigga ever took from me was advice Blow so strong could cut it twice Got the fiends still hooking the cable up with a butter knife Thug life I'm still living it, streets built me So even if I'm guilty I plead innocent Feds lip reading is where it's getting interesting Sick I came Big Creature, Harry and the Hendersons (Block Works) Little House on the Prairie full of Indians Import export from Marion to Michigan Let's get it Concreatures What else?