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I wanna know where the fuck are my ass underground killas
Straight cap
Walking the earth, been since birth
Taking every damn in sight that's worth
stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside like that
Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't
Put me in a hole baby 6 feet
yet, just leave me alone
I've survived long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean mugging
Left hand on my nuts right gripping a
So now I feel that I owe it to
You're the reason that I'm 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 party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, zero
Face facts, do the
You can try to relax but killa ain't like that
a minute let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed like a mothafucka a fool
away just keeping my cool
Like I'm sneaking in line at a big
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 acting murderous ways
That's why we gather once a year
Because the world really can't to disappear
So now we all break bread misled
And the drama that I bring you never forget
And the ones that's down no matter 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 that a G
To your party, birthday, wedding,
is crucial, competition zero
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I'm bored as the come, don't be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than
The are talking I be listening, hearing
Repping for my thugs who got to be fearing
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've screwed and taxed, don't ask
Some with two little stripes to attack
Mothafuckas shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies coffins by they bitch ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Grundy the rest
You see me packing a gun in the
Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't gonna die
like the galaxy, who wanna try?
Me, I you one more time right I foze for mine
Ain't no way ain't gonna stop my shine
Do the drivebys smacking hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money, show
(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes,
These are all the that a G brings
To party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, zero