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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
stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside bitches like
Sometimes I feel that I 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 right gripping a
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 think I'm here to stress you out
I wanna let you know what I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, competition
facts, do the math
You can try to but this killa ain't like that
Wait a minute let me the truth
I'm relaxed like a mothafucka a fool
Walk just keeping my cool
I'm sneaking in line at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no
Yo am I right? (WOOP WOOP)
That's what the fuck been trying to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous
That's why we only gather a year
Because the world really afford to disappear
So now we all break never 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 that I got back
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, zero
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie don't be 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 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 coffins by they bitch ass shoulders
Middle Murda, Colton Grundy the rest
You see me packing a gun in the
Now do your best to alive, I ain't never gonna die
like the galaxy, who wanna try?
Me, I tell you one more time right I for mine
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, 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, zero