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(featuring Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas

Straight cap peelas

Walking the earth, been mean since birth

Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth

Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack

Eastside bitches like that

Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep

Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep

Better yet, just leave me alone

I've survived this long with a microphone

Roaming the streets, mean mugging police

Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece

So now I feel that I owe it to ya'll

You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone

And don't think that I'm here to stress you out

I just wanna let you know what I'm about

(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains

These are all the things that a G brings

To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral

Streets is crucial, competition zero

Face facts, do the math

You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that

Wait a minute let me tell the truth

I'm relaxed like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool

Walk away just keeping my cool

Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue

No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue

Yo Blaze am I right? (WOOP WOOP)

That's what the fuck I've been trying to say

Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways

That's why we only gather once a year

Because the world really can't afford to disappear

So now we all break bread never misled

And the drama that I bring you will never forget

And the ones that's down no matter where you're at

I'm just here to let you know that I got your back

(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains

These are all the things that a G brings

To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral

Streets is crucial, competition zero

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

I'm bored as the come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb

Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some

The streets are talking I be listening, hearing

Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing

Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask

Some suckas with two little stripes to attack

Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a soldier

Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders

Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest

You see me packing a gun in the vest

Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die

Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try?

Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for mine

Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shine

Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberys

I do it for the streets and the money, show respect

(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains

These are all the things that a G brings

To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral

Streets is crucial, competition zero

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