it all... Man there he go right there What's up now muthafucka? (Gunshots) Now you's dead muthafucka Hey Blaze Blaze wake up It's time to wake up Blaze
Traduzione: Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Back From The Dead.
yelling West Side And west it is, we got the world going dumb We gone make'em understand Pac where we coming from Dont you worry homie, rest in peace
nigga) (can you see me?) Here I am (I'm right here bitch) Yo here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet) [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Where my dead thugs? Who
bitches wit a brand new car Semen swallowers, orgasm hollowers Hit it from the back chronic sack, smokin' girls with mad dollars [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie
this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] G's up, ridin' from the cradle
shouts out to my muthafuckin' homies: Alex Abbiss, Billy Bill, muthafuckin' Stef, Dirk, my homie Jumpsteady...my muthafuckin' partner Rude Boy...my muthafuckin' homie
Blaze Blaze Blaze Man fuck Blaze This muthafucka act like he puttin' it down for the hood Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller I don't give a fuck Dead
don't matter bout me It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead Cuz an axe just severed yo' head And what
axe till nuthin's left I ain't havin' that so fuck you bitch Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Man I don't give
raw deal Keep ya hands low or watch ya cap get peeled Where ya gonna be when the phantom's floating after ya In the zone muthafucka! People running Dead men gunning Ya better watch your back
Yo, this is Anybody mothafuckin' Killa! This crew don't feel pain! We Psychopathic! Especially my dead homie Blaze! Tell me, how the hell a dead mothafucka gonna die!!!?!??! [Blaze
'ybody get your Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With
6 6 rag invertable slide divertable, murder ya Dead and gone never heard of ya Now we stuffin lead in the crome, bout to hurt ya Pack ya down in the earth
me, blame ya manager Keep ya hands out my pockets nigga Franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga Who shot ya, Biggie Smalls, Tupac ya nigga Ready to
this ya'll Why? Once they're dead they're not comin' back [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Death is imminent when you on the other end With ya skull bein by the
yesterdays The sun and the moon have become my tomb Morphed into one as my time comsumes me No direction no reception nothing but a godless life extension [Blaze Ya Dead Homie
brains shakes my earth quakes My lips crack, my skin dries up and flakes Sleepless, 6 days of weakness I pin eyelids open, with rusty paperclips [Blaze Ya Dead Homie