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I wanna know the fuck are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap
the earth, been 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 baby 6 feet deep
yet, just leave me alone
I've survived this long with a
Roaming the streets, mugging police
Left hand on my nuts 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 that I'm to stress you out
I just wanna let you know I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the things that a G
To your party, birthday, wedding,
is crucial, competition zero
Face facts, do the
You can try to relax but killa ain't like that
Wait a let me tell the truth
I'm like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool
Walk away just 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 fuck been trying to say
Me and my whole damn family murderous ways
That's why we only once a year
Because the really can't afford to disappear
So now we all break never 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 that I got your back
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the things that a G
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition
(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
for my thugs 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 into by they bitch ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton the rest
You see me a gun in the vest
Now do your best to stay alive, I never gonna die
like the galaxy, who wanna try?
Me, I tell you one more right I foze for mine
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna 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,
These are all the things that a G
To your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, competition