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I know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap
Walking the earth, been since birth
every damn thing in sight that's worth
Somebody you in the back, for a pebble of crack
bitches like that
Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, sleep
Put me in a hole 6 feet deep
Better yet, leave me alone
I've survived long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean police
Left hand on my nuts right a piece
So now I feel that I owe it to
You're the reason that I'm here of dead and gone
And think that I'm here to stress you out
I just let you know what I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the that a G brings
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, zero
facts, do the math
You can try to relax but this killa ain't like
Wait a minute let me the truth
I'm relaxed a mothafucka tomahawking a fool
Walk away just my cool
Like I'm sneaking in at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no
Yo Blaze am I (WOOP WOOP)
That's what the fuck I've been to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous
That's why we only gather a year
Because the world really can't to disappear
So now we all bread never misled
And the drama I bring you will never forget
And the ones that's down no matter you're at
I'm just here to let you know that I got your
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the things a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, zero
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm as the come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker some
The streets are talking I be listening,
Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be
Ask me if I ever jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask
Some suckas with two little to attack
ain't shit, I'm a soldier
Drag into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton the rest
You see me a gun in the vest
Now do your best to stay alive, I never gonna die
Eternal like the galaxy, who try?
Me, I tell you one more time right I for mine
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my
Do the bitch smacking hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money, respect
(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
are all the things that a G brings
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
is crucial, competition zero