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I know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas
cap peelas
Walking the earth, mean since birth
Taking every damn in sight that's worth
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a of crack
bitches like that
Sometimes I feel that I eat, can't sleep
Put me in a baby 6 feet deep
Better yet, leave me alone
I've survived this long a microphone
the streets, mean mugging police
Left hand on my nuts right a piece
So now I feel I owe it to ya'll
You're the that I'm here instead of dead and gone
And don't think that I'm here to you out
I just wanna let you 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
is crucial, competition zero
Face facts, do the
You can try to relax but killa ain't like that
Wait a let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed like a mothafucka a fool
Walk away just keeping my
Like I'm in line at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no
Yo Blaze am I (WOOP WOOP)
That's what the fuck been trying to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous
That's why we gather once a year
Because the world really can't afford to
So now we all bread never misled
And the that I bring you will never forget
And the ones that's down no matter where 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 party, birthday, wedding, funeral
is crucial, competition zero
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly than some
The streets are I be listening, hearing
Repping for my who got nothing to be fearing
Ask me if I been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask
Some with two little stripes to attack
ain't shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies into by they bitch ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Grundy the rest
You see me packing a gun in the
Now do best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die
Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna
Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna my shine
Do the drivebys bitch 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 your party, birthday, wedding,
is crucial, competition zero