Lyrics:
to fuck a bitch
And by that time next year they y'all know me
Hex the Master, The R.O.C. and Blaze ya Dead Homie
(They call that gangsta)
What I'm
I'm a let this motherfucking 9 break em off something
My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that
Miggity Mike serving em soft from
nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer
Yo Lu Nile crack their composure
(We decompose
We got a mark on your planet earth
You got a rack full of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
You've awoke
car that'll ride around wit the tint
Rather be scared straight before I be some dead weight
Grams wanted me out the street life
Inside by the street
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
back for just 1 day, homie
Wish I can bring my nigga back for 1 day
And take him by the daycare to see his son play
And go to show him how his, baby,
you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)
[Tek]
It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb
Three
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
tryna get them fried
I ain't fuckin' with them niggas, they just gotta die
I ain't fuckin' with no nigga, that's from the other side
Fuck the opposition,
She let it slide
Just coz she my side
And she
She let it slide
Just coz she my side
And I
Don't wanna lie
I fucked your homie she was fly
But she
wide, right by my side
Keep your worries and fears, not one here mama
No sorry sincere, for shedding tears mama
Tried to make it a year, see how we feel
the night prepared in the plight
With his armor wars a sword
Attentive to Christ
Cuz homie we are at war
The dead casket referencing the womb and now
Can't
there's
Too many playa hatin haters
Always want static
Like boom holla at ya later
Homie this ain't no love in this
Town that I come from
Niggas be wantin
locked up
I'm tryin to survive but there's too many playa hatin haters
Always want static, like boom holla at ya later
Homie this ain't no love in this
got the nads rammed in the ass from the back by Big Elroy straight off the maxi pad
Homie get mad, long as you doin' that, I might have a career in rap
Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise
We cap to ride, cap to homicide
It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter
In the heart
me, straight from the underground
Niggas can't bring me down, that's why they start to hate me now
Escapin town and do all my dirt all by my lonely
Oh we bout to have some church up in here today amen
Turn to yo neighbor and say thats Tha Homie Blaze but God is tha homie we praise amen
In 1
out my face, I'm wasted
(Ladies and gentlemen blaze ya dead homie )
Get basted, tipsy and wasted
Bitch, pop a molly and get naked
You can be my
that's right, ya shoulda known a little better
I be squashin' motherfuckers for whatever, whenever
Sprinkle dust from the dead inside your favorite drink
psychological
Talkin' bout maybe you act like that
Because she ain't yo biological
Fuck dat
Bitch I was with ya
When them other niggas would diss ya
Yet you was
ya treasure
You a dead man
Oprah pay your bills
Call em Stedman
My mind exiled like the island shutter
I don't mind others
Sentences have you seeing
around me
It's because of them, God never found me , right?
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Before I hit the ground, I caught 3 in the chest
Should've guessed my
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