all the tires, all white and black With the black Twiztid embroidered on the back Guess who's back, yep, it's the tray side And we put it down for life
't know me, don't approach me Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homie G Blood imbedded in street blocks That's why I put it down, and blast
that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) I'm bored as the come, homie
. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me man you don't know me (Blaze) I was the first to put it down
break down Here baby, you puff? grab up a seat and sit down (Chorus x2) We gon' roll it up, come on girl Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)
in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) (Blaze
bitches wit a brand new car Semen swallowers, orgasm hollowers Hit it from the back chronic sack, smokin' girls with mad dollars [Verse 3 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Now it
your ear, then I promise to blow you're mind (Chorus) I'm out the gate (Busted wide open) Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice) Put some volume
to you marks and you bustas Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt It's ya dead homie Blaze,
what I do Take ya flashlight, and ya attitude (Nigga fuck you) Stab you in the neck with a dayton spoke Laughin' while ya cough up blood until ya choke
lick of woman in them, so they get vicious Calm me down, hold me back Light the blunt, and let me hit it, before this 'rat get smacked It's like me and
(Blaze) G's up hoe's down I don't give a fuck if you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town You need to bow down, out of respect or fear I ain'
dangin', pay close attention, always do it right under your homies' supervision You never know when you're gonna need a witness, 'cause it's more than foo dangin, it
tripping hoes bugging hard in my warzone Crack ya dome to the skull, blame it on the alchohol Mixed it with the tylonol, and peel ya body off the wall
gotta die It's time to address the public Niggaz is frontin' like when we see them, we ain't dumpin' Shot's tryna lay something down, homie, it's nothin
but with me your just dead meat (yeah) Trust me it's bad for ya (yeah), kinda like red meat (meat) Playin with me homie, I promise you'll get beat (beat
out your face 11 years dead punk bitch fuck bitch how it taste? Lay your ass down and close your eyes Imagine dead dick between your thighs Can't nobody do it
I don't need no more therapy I know who I am And I don't like it playing through your brain blew ya kablam! Blaze Ya Dead Homie: I sit alone speakin
