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I wanna where the fuck are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap
Walking the earth, mean since birth
Taking every damn thing in that's worth
stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside bitches that
Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, sleep
Put me in a hole baby 6 feet
Better yet, just leave me
I've this long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean mugging
Left hand on my nuts gripping a piece
So now I feel I owe it to ya'll
You're the reason that I'm here instead of and gone
And think that I'm here to stress you out
I just wanna let you know what I'm
(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
facts, do the math
You can try to but this killa ain't like that
Wait a let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed a mothafucka tomahawking a fool
Walk away just my cool
Like I'm sneaking in at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no
Yo Blaze am I (WOOP WOOP)
That's the fuck I've been trying to say
Me and my whole family acting murderous ways
why we only gather once a year
Because the really can't afford to disappear
So now we all break bread misled
And the drama that I bring you will forget
And the ones that's no matter where you're 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 your party, birthday, wedding,
Streets is crucial, competition
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in mouth slightly quicker than some
The streets are talking I be listening,
Repping for my thugs who got to be fearing
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been and taxed, don't ask
Some suckas with two little stripes to
Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a
Drag bodies into coffins by bitch ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton the rest
You see me packing a gun in the
Now do your to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die
Eternal the galaxy, who wanna try?
Me, I tell you one more right I foze for mine
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my
Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and
I do it for the and the money, show respect
(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the things that a G
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
is crucial, competition zero