with all they can to take the rug from under our feet. Broken down and beaten down, another day will surely rise. What's the point in getting up? We
work not done fast Now how the fuck I end up like this? From living life in my hut with my wife and my kids Now I'm stuck chained up from my legs to
Fuck wearing a seatbelt, better wear your heatbelt When I blaze my private iron, you get dying like Saving Private Ryan Momma crying, slugs flying See we tote techs and broke necks Shoot up
here is about to get pathetic And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If I said it Then it's best that you protect your fucking head, kid
rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets I'm such a real nigga I take it to +Blaze+ and tell 'em make it "51 Greatest Niggaz of All Time" or I shoot up
yeah, yeah Blaze it up, come on, blaze it up come on, blaze it up, come on, come on, come on Yaba daba-du mama, glory be the one, the one and only, I'
niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs
into what we like to do man This what we do preferably man We bring that powerful music to your table man Killa, let 'em know something [Cam'Ron] Young Guru, Just Blaze
like them drums on this blaze shit baby Girl just say the word can we can break out like the pox But you got 4 seconds for im right up out the spot
front row watch game I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script slip up and change the story I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory
the bubble And yeah I heard your story your fuckin' niggas bore me On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory You ask Joe you sad as John Doe You can
tree's calm breeze Like the summer in the late 40s before the mob kick in the door Of the Don squeezing automatic tommys a blaze of glory That's how
But to the mother fuckas who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, FUCK YOU! (Gunshot) Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again Vodka spilling
a blaze of glory, Goin' against the grain Everybodys got a different story, Ours just stays the same Gunna go out in a blaze of glory, The world goes up
Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggaz just don't understand the story Chorus: [Pop] Niggaz die for the street glory Go to
It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here
Fredro Starr] Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001 The day the World Trade Center blows up Shit is real, son Shit hit home, kid, word up Hope
