re down with Blaze ya dead homie G Blood imbedded in street blocks That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots Bullet holes in my chest, it's
down with Blaze ya dead homie G Blood imbedded in street blocks That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots Bullet holes in my chest, it'
What could be better than dying for you Split the blunt, put the Henesi in the cup Let me see ya, let me see ya toss it up We all feel Tupac, now that
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] Now it
in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows Think about it, you gotta give it up to Blaze I mean the guy is fuckin' dead in 47 different ways Yet he's leavin
. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me man you don't know me [Blaze:] I was the first to put it down
prove to you marks and you bustas Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt It's ya dead homie Blaze
hitting ya Slobs slide dead once the 4-4 gets to spin up And fillin' up snoop M-U-T's Breakin' new lives down to their goddamn knees Don't like it ?this
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, we put work in like Mad Dirt Odainers
told ya, it's like a jungle baby (straight up jungle) so keep it real (keep it real) guard your grill (guard your grill) stay safe (stay safe, ya heard?) (peace, it
of common sense (that about it) If you bout it then throw it up Got that fire and you ready to light it then tote it up Now that's gangsta, don't make
far behind You can't duplicate one of a kind Follow our lead into the spiral (Ahead of our time) [x3] [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] We in the pole position
spirit levitating I can see him waving at me Through the window of the hearse He's crying blood It all stops and it gets worst [Blaze Ya Dead Homie
much they want? How much they want? How much they want? With the spirits Did you hear the hell house for sale [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Into the bedroom
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Last of a dyin breed, soil of the Earth Policed and been hated by the Church since birth Bent and forgotten was the Prophet in
was so upset when her ass left I hunted her down at put three in her chest Wrapped the body up put her in the ride and drove it home To find a resting
My soul is so dirty I tried to wash it too And get something together To figure out what to do [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] The voices in my head keep
out your face 11 years dead punk bitch fuck bitch how it taste? Lay your ass down and close your eyes Imagine dead dick between your thighs Can't nobody do it
