You already know how we do it homeboy
It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know

It appears from the boisterous beginning to their crescendo of claims that even before Mr. P and Mr. Bo (hereinafter to be referred to as "the brothers Bloodz") lay down their economic propositions, that the consumer market "already knows" how they do it. Does this claim hold muster? We think not. I for one was unaware of the brothers Bloodz’ accolades before listening to their novella; however I reserved my initial skepticism and did further research.

After an extensive internet search, I retrieved only one article about an arrest (their first and only) for firearms possession. These charges were eventually dismissed. It was unclear from the article whether the brothers Bloodz foray into the world of illegality was a sign of "how they do it" or merely an unconventional attempt to display their fervor for second amendment rights. Either way, this author is left without a concrete idea of what the brothers Bloodz "do". Let us hope that this initial faulty assumption does not detract from their persuasive power here on out.

OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C

Here we are given a clear disincentive. The brothers Bloodz provide a strong deterrence with limited costs to themselves. As evidenced by the prose “kick in ya door...have my folk bring dem K’s in (in this instance the K’s are a colloquial term for the Russian Kalashnikov)”, the consequences implied here are dramatic. One would be amiss to find anyone who would find a profit making opportunity that would outweigh the costs of being abruptly awoken by “folk” brandishing AK-47’s with hostile intent. Clearly, a rational consumer would seek to avoid this conclusion.
Yet, what can said consumer undertake to shed the burgeoning fear of assault by automatic weapons? Will the brothers clear up this confusion? Let us journey further into the depths of the brother’s economic scheme to see if salvation is found.

Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it

As if the threat of dismemberment by automatic weapons was not enough, the brother’s Bloodz exacerbate the physical aggression by guaranteeing that they are “fo sho wit it”. In addition, awaiting you behind the trunk of every Cadillac in the world is heinous butchery. By increasing the certainty of future costs, by being “fo sho wit it” the consumer is now faced with a dire proposition: they are subject to automatic gunfire anywhere a Cadillac can be driven and parked, and this gunfire will be amassed by individuals who are very serious about their craft. Unfortunately, for the fecal stained consumer, there is still an apparent uncertainty as to what they can do to circumvent exposure to such a dastardly demise. While the brothers Bloodz have driven the consumer market into a bearish-like conservatism, they still have not unraveled what renegade conduct they are seeking to disincentive here. I, for one, am anxiously awaiting illumination of the aforementioned crisis.

It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover

At this point in the piece, the listener is beginning to doubt that the authors have any desire to disincentivize any conduct at all. We have reached a full 3 minutes into their overture and we are still completely muddled to find out what it is that the brother’s Bloodz do not like. We have been beat over the head with the proposal that they are “fo sho wit it” and that they are “comin straight from the gutter”. We are also well aware, at this point, that disastrous results such as “K’s” being brought out, “hoes feelin it” and “motherfuckers being toe-tagged”, are at the least very likely. Nonetheless, the rational consumer is still unaware of why such apocalyptic conditions are being brought about. A lesser critic might abandon this piece out of a sense of hopelessness, however, as is true of many great artists the redemption often comes triumphantly in the outro.

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

The chorus provides further confusion. The vagueness of the article (shit) creeps on the borders of contempt. I am beginning to doubt that the brother’s Bloodz intended an incentive structure at all, and that instead these performers are merely sociopaths masking purposeless bloodshed as economic decision-making opportunities.

Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up

Again, these unnamed “hardheads” are given no defining characteristics, attached to no undesirable conduct and placed in no identifiable subgroup. The lack of any structure to this point is grievous error at best and criminal at worst. They are violating the basic structures of economic theory with reckless abandon. We are taken aback by the sheer disregard for candor and rationality.

We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows

The song ends as soulless and as vacant of any rational economic theory as it began. The brother’s Bloodz have bamboozled us; we have been hoodwinked, tricked into entertaining an analysis so absent of any purpose and structure that we wonder if rap as a culture can rebound from such an affront. If this were our first parlay into the music, we would have to write off the genre as a whole. Fortunately for us it is not. Let us give this song its proper eulogy: it came, it saw and it failed according to every single rubric invented by man for every single identifiable category imaginable. Please leave the game brothers; and if there is a god above, you will encounter the same massacring that you catalog in your mindless gambit.

Incentive Structure Grade: F-