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I wanna where the fuck are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap
Walking the earth, been since birth
every damn thing in sight that's worth
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a of crack
Eastside like that
I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep
Put me in a hole baby 6 deep
yet, just leave me alone
I've survived long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mugging police
Left hand on my nuts right a piece
So now I feel I owe it to ya'll
You're the reason that I'm here of dead and gone
And don't think that I'm here to 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 party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition
Face facts, do the
You can try to relax but this ain't like that
a minute let me tell the truth
I'm like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool
Walk just keeping my cool
I'm sneaking 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
why we only gather once a year
Because the world really can't to disappear
So now we all break bread misled
And the drama I bring you will never forget
And the ones that's no matter where you're at
I'm just here to let you know I got your back
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the things a G brings
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, don't be slipping acting dumb
the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some
The streets are talking I be listening,
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 with two little stripes to
Mothafuckas shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies into coffins by they ass shoulders
Middle 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 you one more time right I foze for mine
no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shine
Do the drivebys smacking hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money, show
(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, competition