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Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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****, you can straight up eat a motha****in' d**k! I'm lookin' at th motha****in' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that motha****in' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a motha****in' hatchet on the daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!) Straight outta Detroit, crazy motha****a named Blaz Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page When I'm jackin' I got a Mack-10 Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes Which wanna y'alls wanna **** with me The police are gonna have to come and get me We stompin' yo ass, b***h I ain't goin' ou All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out Niggas wanna set tri Try and talk shit Cold c**k yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit Goin' off on any nigga like tha With a gat That's pointed at yo' dome! So give it up sucka I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, motha****a!! He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance Down with the Family, like Charles Manson Crook throwaway is a motha****in' too Don't make me act a motha****in' foo Me and you can go, toe to toe, maybe On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly All the thugs in the hood represent me 'cause I'm down with a capital D-E-T B***h, you can't **** with me When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as **** Mashin' on you b*****s, I think you get the poin Eastside, motha****a, comin' straight outta Detroi "Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!" Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa Every nigga I choke, yo, my rep gets bigg I'm a thug motha****a, and you know thi But you playa hatin' b*****s better never ever show thi I don't give a ****, I make my chees Middle finger in the air screamin' "**** the police! Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it Run your don**s, your guns, and your badges Shoot a motha****a in a minut For some hood rat b***h and go up in i So if you at a show In the front row I'ma call you a b***h if yo' ass ain't a juggal B*****s gettin' mad, b*****s ain't shi B*****s and hoes can eat a motha****in' dic I'm a crazy motha****a from the street With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats Anybody controls the automatic So any punk motha****a that start stati With my dead homie, or by myself Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf Security is maximum and that's a law K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw B***h, I'm a motha****in' villa Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the killin' Creepin' up without a clue And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through So b***h, you better get a gri 'cause Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip Straight outta Detroit! "J is his name and the boy's comin'..." Straight outta Detroit! Is it nut that I'm cut Like whut? And make your sister eat butt Dangerous A thug claimin' Southwest I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest See I don't give a ****, that's the proble I see a motha****in' cop, I'ma stop hi Play it smart and ask for directions And then shank him in the ****ing midsectio To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac I don't know where the **** I'm goin' or where the **** I'm at I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy So I can get high and **** this b***h next to me Ruthless...is the label that's floppin' But the hatchetman be choppin' 'cause it really don't matter bout me It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead 'cause an axe just severed yo' head And what about the b***h that got shot? She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back This be an autobiography Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother And slap your brother Straight outta Detroit! "Oh my God!" "Oh my...Oh my God!" "Oh my...Oh my God!" "Oh my God!"
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