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I wanna know the fuck are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap
Walking the earth, been mean birth
Taking every damn thing in sight worth
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a of crack
Eastside bitches that
Sometimes I feel that I eat, can't sleep
Put me in a hole 6 feet deep
Better yet, leave me alone
I've survived this with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mugging police
Left hand on my right gripping a piece
So now I that I owe it to ya'll
You're the reason that I'm instead of dead and gone
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,
These are all the things a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
is crucial, competition zero
Face facts, do the
You can try to relax but this killa like that
Wait a let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed like a mothafucka 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 what the I've been trying to say
Me and my damn family acting murderous ways
That's why we only once a year
Because the world really afford to disappear
So now we all break bread never
And the drama that I bring you will forget
And the ones that's down no where 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 that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
is crucial, competition zero
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie don't be slipping dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than
The streets are talking I be listening,
for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing
Ask me if I ever jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask
suckas with two little stripes to attack
Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a
Drag bodies into coffins by they ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Grundy the rest
You see me packing a gun in the
Now do your to stay alive, I ain't 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 drivebys 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