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Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

to grindin'
On the Eastside
We ride
And Drive-By
And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
I try
To get along and it don't work
I love to hurt

protected
Black Men should be respected
We so busy at war
That our children still neglected
Everything that we do
They mirror and they reflect it
Everything

around 'bout the fam crossing all the fakes out
I can tell by the sound that you never did
Never did nothing never turn nothing to something
And I be

to my face
I hope this song set's It straight that I am a rhymer and I mean business
I am inspired by lyricists and my pen game proves it
I am talking

it cause you had to do me wrong
No more of them lies, girl I think I'm moving on
Been thinking bout them hard times when you said I was the one
Cause

to lose
Niggas ain't playing it fair, don't play by the rules
Don't try when my niggas around, they stay wit the tools
It's all good cuz we came from

you can hear in the cams
I ain't even met them but I love my fans
I had to go wash the blood off of my hands
I'm sippin' on drink, you do that for

(i aint stop it)
Focused on filling my pockets (Ahhh)
I put him down like Popsocket (Ooo)
You need more work and less talking (you do)
Me and Pelosi

I go by the name of Cassidy the hustler
And I got my boy Chubby Swag Jag with me
Larsiny family, and we always on our job man
We workin'

I got my

I write every day,
Like I said on “Mark My Words” – Rap is living in my veins,
So, watch me take over the game
When they turn up and do “Trap”, I

aid blue 
Im sippin on this drank
I am the man I really thought you knew
So homie do not hate

This tree that ganja call this misdemeanor 
Smoking

stay closed
Fuck tints, I'm tryna pull up in that glass-stained bowl
I ain't orthodox, but swear I couldn't do it without him
Think outside the box,

don't need the lies bitch
I can do just find bitch

Lost it all __ planty times 
I don't need no fuck'n lies 
By myself __ I do fine
I can leave this shit

to my face
I Hope This Song Set's It Straight That I Am A Rhymer and I mean business
I Am Inspired By lyricists and my Pen Game proves it
I Am talking

tacks in they wall with a picture of me
Up underneath it got my name across they long sleeve tee
And hoodie and jeans
Etcetera these
Little haters only do

All my wrongs You corrected
And then You made an extra move
By giving Your life on Calvary too
What else am I gonna do
But love You love You hey

I love

For weeks for years I keep it moving
Driven by fears never losing
Later when the game I'm in
Making there head spin in the streets needing me
Like

shade
Still getting locked up for shit we didnt do
Still profiled by cops even if they black too
Goes back to how they whitewashed they masses

People keep on asking me, like, oh, you sure this what you want to do, are you sure this
You sure that
Yeah, I know
I know what I want to do

allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
We recording? Aite
Yeah
I do the regular 87, been driving for days
Ain't got no digital dash, but I did the dash anyway
I'm

tryna act proper
What happened to the last opp? You
Can go and ask Swanson
I should go and work for NASA
How yo baby blast rockets
Pull up on her Gucci,

like, "Uh"
Wave cap got me feelin' like Guapdad
All I do is respond to how I'm mad
It gets funnier the more that you front (more that you front)
Boy,

do shit for me just like the others
Put that on my Muva
Know mistakes where made, came by the dozen
But I’ll tell you what it wasn’t
Nah this ain’t