Lyrics:
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
at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna'
at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna'
and buddah
Have him pull up on a Razer scooter, blaze and shoot ya
I grind hard every day 'cause we ain't gettin' younger
Top of the food chain with
then Chromies, homie
Like we swim in the sauce like we Chef Ravioli
[Chapter]
I blaze these tracks with amazing raps
Bet y'all say who the fuck is that
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love
[Chorus]
[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
I passed by
Lord knows ion need another dui
Living in a city where you do or you fucking die
Both hands out the top I can touch the sky
Look at ya
Hardy's
My homie, he the police, he might be Fed, probably
That's on my dead body
You ain't never been in a shootout with yo', homie he ain't shoot
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
ya eyes dotted trynna cross us
We took them risks knowing exactly what it cost us
Dirtyed our kicks running in back of them apartments
For them dead
Joanlee - ”H.I.D.I.”
Written by: Joanlee
VERSE 1:
I see a bigger picture for a particular lifestyle
Things coming together and adding up like my
repeat 2X]
Baby am I sexy?
Tell me am I sexy?
Baby am I sexy?
Tell me am I sexy?
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
What up young bitch? I know you like dick
So drop
hear this
Anyone in the way is simply a dead bitch
Its my kids its my ribs
You could touch one and catch 40 out a clip
Something you can't dip
Homie
and did it in broad day
Got some cash we can flip you aint hip we call it dat card play
Over night me the chip and ill stretch ya money the Long Way
Niggas
probably had took her
I kept telling homie just go back to school
Cuz she in these streets they don't play by no rules
Only thing he seeing is the money
coming back
She was
She was something I'll never forget
I don't really miss her though
Now she's gone and never coming back
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
She was
I'm nice lil' homie
And I don't need a mic, lil' homie
But yo, I'll end ya whole life, lil' homie
I'll have you home before the street lights
Ya
stop
Street so dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!
Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business
Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be
dirty, need a muhfuckin' mop, uh oh!
Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business
Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness
Don't tell
they call me kysteppin so yu better step correct and if you don't send bullets to connect To ya neck now yu dead ya manz fessed i see red i want rec
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
of persistence
Success alone on my wish list, distracted by shawty cleavage
Blow your focus, your career will be hocus pocus
And hope can be an opiate without
more
So get to stepping if you see me get to boogie on the floor
My 357 going pop pop pop on em
You can hear it sing pop pop pop on em
Ya homie Blaze got
the road I grew up by
And I see the game like an umpire
Motherfuck one time, and everything combine
I am the boss I have a nigga
Tell ya bout the gun line
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