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I wanna know the fuck are my down ass underground killas
cap peelas
Walking the earth, been mean birth
Taking every damn thing in that's worth
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of
Eastside bitches like
Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't
Put me in a hole baby 6 feet
Better yet, just leave me
I've survived this with a microphone
the streets, mean mugging police
Left hand on my nuts right gripping a
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 here to you out
I just let you know what I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the things a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding,
is crucial, competition zero
Face facts, do the
You can try to relax but this killa ain't that
Wait a minute let me tell the
I'm like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool
Walk away just keeping my
Like I'm in line at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no
Yo Blaze am I (WOOP WOOP)
That's what the fuck I've trying to say
Me and my whole family acting murderous ways
why we only gather once a year
Because the world really afford to disappear
So now we all break bread misled
And the that I bring you will never forget
And the ones that's down no matter you're at
I'm just here to let you know that I got back
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
are all the things that a G brings
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, zero
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie don't be slipping acting
Shove the in your mouth slightly quicker than some
The streets are I be listening, hearing
for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been and taxed, don't ask
Some suckas with two little to attack
Mothafuckas shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies into coffins by they ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the
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 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 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 party, birthday, wedding, funeral
is crucial, competition zero