Paroles:
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Put It Down

down with Blaze ya dead homie G Blood imbedded in street blocks That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots Bullet holes in my chest, it'

it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it

brought your playa pass Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks Bigger than big everyday in l.a. 4 tay representin for the whole damn yae, beeyotch Dogghouse, turnin it

's High caliber, so why try it? You live by it, so you die by it A muthafuckin' gun Who's the man with the strap in his hand Homie's stolen semi-autos

Juggalos We underground like Blaze My dead homie, and yours? We dead, we dead? No wait a minute We don't die, we don't die, we dead Maybe I like bloody

like the sweetest joy Bringing visions of de ja vu (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) I ain't no joke and no this ain't Rakim or Eric B It's the B-L-A-Z-E Microphone

when it come to spittin That fire Its real dog, I live in the fire Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the Fire Break works put it in

Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks Bigger than big everyday in L.A. 4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae, Beeyotch 2ND HOOK: Snoop Dogg DoggHouse, turnin it

Shot Ya', 'Biggie Smalls', Tupac ya nigga 'Ready to Die', 'All Eyes' on the project nigga You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps niggaz I can't help it