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I know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap
Walking the earth, been since birth
Taking every damn thing in sight that's
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of
bitches like that
Sometimes I that I can't eat, can't sleep
Put me in a hole baby 6 deep
yet, just leave me alone
I've this long with a microphone
the streets, mean mugging police
Left hand on my right gripping a piece
So now I feel I owe it to ya'll
You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and
And don't that 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 that a G brings
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, zero
facts, do the math
You can try to relax but this killa ain't that
a minute let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed 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 am I right? (WOOP WOOP)
That's what the fuck I've been to say
Me and my damn family acting murderous ways
That's why we only gather a year
Because the world really can't to disappear
So now we all break bread never
And the drama that I bring you never forget
And the ones that's no matter where you're at
I'm just to let you know that I got your 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 be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly than some
The streets are 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
Some suckas with two little stripes to
Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a
Drag bodies into by they bitch ass shoulders
name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest
You see me a gun in the vest
Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't gonna die
Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna
Me, I tell you one time right I foze for mine
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my
Do the drivebys bitch hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money, respect
(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, competition