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Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) · BFI Too: Blaze a Blaze (Julieann Banks) · Future vs Rich Homie Quan (Future) · Young Homie (Chris Rene) · Young Homie (Chris Rene) · That's Tha Homie (Alanis Morissette) · The Other Mixes & The Other Side (Nick Holder) · Other Places, Other Times, Other Things (Steve Jones) · Blaze [Germany Bonus Tracks] (Herman's Hermits) · Blaze of Glory (Jon Bon Jovi) – and 90 other albums »


I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side
Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide
Do a drive by in a second
Leave ya all
pockets
And leave your bleedin' world hidden in total darkness

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
With my Lotus
We walk on water and spit acid
And melt your fuckin'
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 wrong side of the bull pit
twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they
verse, dead 'em all

J-j-john Blaze
J-j-john Blaze
J-j-john Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed

Aiyo, my attitude is subject to change, I
twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they
to put the blame on this lame from the other side
Hopin we retaliatin, go on another ride
Keepin us warin, tellin lie after lie
So it's gang-related every
the greatest

[Chorus:]
They all are so far behind
You can't duplicate one of a kind
Follow our lead into the spiral (Ahead of our time) [x3]

[Blaze Ya Dead
you'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
Duc (Others)]
We roll through like semis
What's that smoke trees coming from the M-I
(We laughing at ya)
Ha, Ha, (You Fuck with us)
Ha, Ha, (Dumb Bitch)
And unlike many others
I've been through this shit
I've held a homie's hand
Till he died and lost grip
Homie rip, rest in peace
Things we used to say but
And unlike many others
I've been through this shit
I've held a homie's hand
Till he died and lost grip
Homie rip, rest in peace
Things we used to say but
will they mourn me?
Every motherfuckin' day homie
You stayed down when the other niggas didn't know me
From my heart to the trigger you my fuckin' nigga
so let me be we are from the streets sumboby

I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
away like a candle
I rekindle the flame Dre created The Game
Nigga Wit a Attitude from the cloth I came
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
Faces meltin off cheeks when I'm speakin

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
I'm still known for blood sippin
Don't matter, type A or a be, I ain't trippin
I got
other niggas didn't know me
From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga
And things won't be the same without ya nigga
I remember kickin' back, you
superior sphere
The raider rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock
Take it back now
Old school, bitch slappin' till the break of dawn
ICP, Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Bitch slappin' to the early morn'

Six in
you'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
you'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
It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead
'cause an axe just severed yo' head
And what about the bitch
assassin from the D.P.G.
And I'll be one precious and duchess emsee
When ya catch us in the cut and ya lookin like what
Best believe it be Daz and that nigga
This crew don't feel pain, we Psychopathic, we can't be hurt, especially my dead homie Blaze. Tell me.....HOW THE HELL A DEAD MUTHAFUCKA GO'N DIE?!