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I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass killas
Straight cap
Walking the earth, been mean birth
Taking every damn in sight that's worth
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of
Eastside bitches that
Sometimes I that I can't eat, can't sleep
Put me in a baby 6 feet deep
Better yet, leave me alone
I've survived this with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mugging police
Left on my nuts right gripping a piece
So now I feel that I owe it to
You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and
And don't 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,
are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, competition
facts, do the math
You can try to but this killa ain't like that
Wait a minute let me the truth
I'm like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool
away just keeping my cool
Like I'm in line at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no
Yo Blaze am I (WOOP WOOP)
That's the fuck I've been trying to say
Me and my whole damn acting murderous ways
That's why we only gather once a
Because the world really can't to disappear
So now we all bread never misled
And the drama that I bring you will forget
And the ones down no matter where you're at
I'm just to let you know that I got your back
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, zero
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie don't be slipping acting
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly than some
The streets are I be listening, hearing
Repping for my thugs who got to be fearing
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been and taxed, don't ask
Some with two little stripes to attack
Mothafuckas shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies into coffins by they ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the
You see me a gun in the vest
Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't gonna die
Eternal like the galaxy, who try?
Me, I tell you one time right I foze for mine
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna my shine
Do the drivebys bitch smacking 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 your party, birthday, wedding,
is crucial, competition zero