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