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I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground
cap peelas
Walking the earth, been mean birth
Taking damn thing in sight that's worth
Somebody you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside bitches like
Sometimes I feel I can't eat, can't sleep
Put me in a baby 6 feet deep
Better yet, just leave me
I've survived this with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean police
Left hand on my nuts right a piece
So now I that I owe it to ya'll
You're the reason I'm here instead of dead and gone
And don't think I'm here to stress you out
I just wanna let you know what I'm
(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
Face facts, do the
You can try to relax but this ain't like that
Wait a let me tell 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 what the fuck I've been to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous
That's why we only gather once a
Because the world really can't to disappear
So now we all break bread misled
And the that I bring you will never forget
And the ones that's down no matter where 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 as the come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your slightly quicker than some
The are talking 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
Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a
Drag bodies into coffins by they ass shoulders
name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest
You see me a gun in the vest
Now do your to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die
like the galaxy, who wanna try?
Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my
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,
are all the things that a G brings
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition