Lyrics:
weed on a night wont miss
Wanna be me but my head is sick
Aye Hazzy who the fuck are ya real friends
I'm pretty sure they're dead in the head
Dead in
of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by
abou tit
What, yeah, now put ya hands up
Uh, what, now put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Now get ya back up off the wall
[Sadat X]
I'm
and torture
Who got what it cost for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime everybody's crying
While all of ya'll dying
to
Nephew let's connect the dots, dead man
Select ya plot cause homie you ain't thug
That's your boyfriend's Glock
"Hot game" "Cause they calling you hot"
The curtains drawn but the image not perfect
The colour's out line
These dotted lines you seek to connect
This the plot that never twists yet thickens
By Parley
Northpole,
Big homie I got ya,
Stick to ya like a cactus,
Welcome to tha bird city,
Cris take off ya jacket,
I know you kind of used to,
Big bootys in
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
from the back room
Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom
I put two slugs in they muthafuckin' chest
Saturday afternoon, I laid them hoes to rest
or dying
And I won't hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion
I see them dudes every day, when I'm racin' by 'em
a dead body, see a dead body?
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti
the things that have not been said
When you sleep at night I'll be in your nightmares
God tried to kill me, but I ain't dead yet
God's out for ya head
Better
Blaze in this shit, ya heard? (It's your main man)
I'm back niggas, holla (yo, yo)
My break I'm fresh off it
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
Blaze in this shit, ya heard? (It's your main man)
I'm back niggas, holla (yo, yo)
My break I'm fresh off it
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
snap
You won't ever get ya bitch back
If she ever come chill with the apes
Who ya big homie niggas is plates
Nigga I'll say this shit to his face
Since
and I buy you stuff
I put ya head in the hunt
I get you killed in a hush
Guess it’s that time of the month
N****s ain’t saying to much
He probably dead in
man survive my hammer homie
I need a good, long and healthy life
If God willing, I'll get it twice cuz I elevate
Fuck nigga I'll elevate
Everything dead
Goddamn
That ain't God's plan
They like, "goddamn," (Damn) this ain't God's plan (Nah)
But like Johnny Blaze; this youngin' is a hot head (Uh-huh)
I
Sometimes I just sit alone in the dark
And blaze a whole zone
Chronic fills my mind, whoa-whoa
I'm thinkin' bout stressful times
The world is gettin'
they wanna reach us with Jesus
They gotta do better than
Some screaming preachers
Cause homie, we don't believe ya
We've seen grandmas ride by these
Cold
on
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
They coming to evict me out the hole in the pine box, I rotted
Been waiting here so long I thought I been forgotten
And forsaken in
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
not even tell you how I feel
'Cause me and the money connect
Like some Siamese twins
I use to worry 'bout rent
Now I really got the ends
I don't need
on your last holiday
Homie died gotta move 17 on a chase
Broken in blood when I saw homie face
Now I'm done holding tuck moving through shit I blaze
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