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I wanna know the fuck are my down ass underground killas
cap peelas
Walking the earth, been mean birth
Taking every thing in sight that's worth
stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside like that
Sometimes I feel I can't eat, can't sleep
Put me in a hole 6 feet deep
Better yet, just leave me
I've survived this long a microphone
Roaming the streets, mugging police
Left hand on my right gripping 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 I'm here to stress you out
I just wanna let you what I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the things that a G
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, zero
Face facts, do the
You can try to but this killa ain't like that
a minute let me tell the truth
I'm like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool
Walk away just keeping my
Like I'm sneaking in line at a big
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 family acting murderous ways
That's why we only once a year
Because the world can't afford to disappear
So now we all break never misled
And the drama that I bring you will forget
And the ones that's no matter where you're at
I'm just here to let you 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,
is crucial, competition zero
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, 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 thugs who got to be fearing
Ask me if I been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask
Some suckas two little stripes to attack
Mothafuckas shit, I'm a soldier
bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton the rest
You see me packing a gun in the
Now do your best to alive, I ain't never 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 stop my
Do the bitch smacking hoes and robberys
I do it for the and the money, show 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, zero