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I wanna know where the f**k are my down ass underground killas Straight cap peelas Walking the earth, been mean since birth Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack Eastside bitches like that Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep Better yet, just leave me alone I've survived this long with a microphone Roaming the streets, mean mugging police Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece So now I feel that I owe it to ya'll You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone And don't think that I'm here to stress you out I just wanna let you know what I'm about (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero Face facts, do the math You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that Wait a minute let me tell the truth I'm relaxed like a mothaf**ka tomahawking a fool Walk away just keeping my cool Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue Yo Blaze am I right? (WOOP WOOP) That's what the f**k I've been trying to say Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways That's why we only gather once a year Because the world really can't afford to disappear So now we all break bread never misled And the drama that I bring you


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