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I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass killas
cap peelas
Walking the earth, been mean birth
Taking every damn thing in sight 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 baby 6 feet deep
Better yet, just me alone
survived this long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean police
Left hand on my nuts right a piece
So now I that I owe it to ya'll
You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and
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 party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, zero
facts, do the math
You can try to relax but this ain't like that
Wait a let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed like a mothafucka tomahawking a
Walk away just my cool
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 I've been trying to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous
That's why we only once a year
Because the world really can't afford to
So now we all break bread never
And the drama that I you will never forget
And the ones that's down no where you're at
I'm here to let you know that I got your back
(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
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie don't be acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly than some
The streets are I be listening, hearing
Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, ask
Some suckas with two little to attack
Mothafuckas shit, I'm a soldier
bodies into coffins 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 ain't gonna die
Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna
Me, I you one more time right I foze for mine
Ain't no way anybody gonna stop my shine
Do the drivebys bitch hoes 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 party, birthday, wedding, funeral
is crucial, competition zero