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I wanna know where the fuck are my ass underground killas
Straight cap
Walking the earth, mean since birth
Taking every damn thing in sight worth
Somebody 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 baby 6 deep
Better yet, just leave me
I've survived long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean mugging
Left hand on my nuts gripping a piece
So now I feel that I owe it to
You're the reason that I'm instead of dead and gone
And think that I'm here to stress you out
I wanna let you know what I'm about
(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
Wait a minute let me tell the
I'm relaxed like a mothafucka a fool
Walk away keeping my cool
Like I'm sneaking in 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 acting murderous ways
That's why we gather once a year
the world really can't afford to disappear
So now we all break never misled
And the drama that I bring you never forget
And the ones that's no matter 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 things a G brings
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than
The streets are I be listening, hearing
Repping for my thugs who got to be fearing
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've screwed and taxed, don't ask
Some suckas with two 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 best to stay alive, I ain't never die
Eternal like the galaxy, who try?
Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for
Ain't no way ain't gonna stop my shine
Do the drivebys bitch smacking 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, zero