(featuring Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas
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Straight cap peelas
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Walking the earth, been mean since birth
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Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth
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Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
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Eastside bitches like that
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Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep
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Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep
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Better yet, just leave me alone
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I've survived this long with a microphone
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Roaming the streets, mean mugging police
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Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece
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So now I feel that I owe it to ya'll
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You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone
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And don't think that I'm here to stress you out
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I just wanna let you know what I'm about
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(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
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These are all the things that a G brings
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To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
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Streets is crucial, competition zero
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Face facts, do the math
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You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that
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Wait a minute let me tell the truth
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I'm relaxed like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool
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Walk away just keeping my cool
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Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue
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No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue
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Yo Blaze am I right? (WOOP WOOP)
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That's what the fuck I've been trying to say
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Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways
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That's why we only gather once a year
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Because the world really can't afford to disappear
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So now we all break bread never misled
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And the drama that I bring you will never forget
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And the ones that's down no matter where you're at
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I'm just here to let you know that I got your back
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(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
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These are all the things that a G brings
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To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
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Streets is crucial, competition zero
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(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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I'm bored as the come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb
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Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some
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The streets are talking I be listening, hearing
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Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing
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Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask
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Some suckas with two little stripes to attack
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Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a soldier
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Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders
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Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest
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You see me packing a gun in the vest
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Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die
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Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try?
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Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for mine
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Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shine
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Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberys
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I do it for the streets and the money, show respect
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(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
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These are all the things that a G brings
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To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
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Streets is crucial, competition zero
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Tools
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Anybody Killa |