Lyrics:
nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap
that I'm alive
Say I'mma dead man? Bitch that's my homie Blaze
And we been choking mothafuckas since the old days
See it's something about choking
baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same motherfuckers who supposed to be killin me
Peelin me, and ya niggaz ain't feelin me
Bad news,
Ghost, Kiss
Just Blaze!
We don't ride how you niggas ride
Politics to the side no one sicker than I
First the devil will try to conquer
Then he'll
on that block when that shit was goin' on
I wasn't worryin' 'bout the other side when that shit was goin' on
And we don't hang with different niggas,
on that block when that shit was goin' on
I wasn't worryin' 'bout the other side when that shit was goin' on
And we don't hang with different niggas,
sad to see
People lose their spark like a dead D battery
Had to be that way though, I upgraded my
Brain, bro. Copping some contacts for facts, I
none return, when will they learn?
Where do they go? God only knows
(Stay wide awake)
So dark and so cold, my friends don't know this other side
Rude boy sittin' pancaked on 23's
Clown love to Chicago juggalos
We underground like blaze
My dead homie
And yours
We dead
We dead, no wait
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
the blood splattered postman
It's D's on the ride (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Off in the distance (Where we at man?)
Way in the shadows
I'm the monster you gone
taking ya breath
If you be down for me
I’ll be down for you
And I’ll be here by your side to provide for you
See
I understand that you lonely
You should
and this killa don't play
[Chorus]
[Anybody Killa]
Say I'm a dead man, bitch that's my homie Blaze
And we been chokin motherfuckers since the old days
See
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
to subside
That human side that they threw aside
Will it be you or i whose alive or be the s from suicide
So now it's death grab ya cassette and confess
You
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
a single bullet
Fantastical in my outperformance
Which other bitch in the game do this
I bring ya back from the dead Anubis
Bring your own smokes know what
a lick inside the spanish guitar
Ash ya cigar out the window
The routine of new kings
Enlightenment tips and hit's of blue dream
I'm reading scripts from
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
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