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blaze ya dead homie – b & e lyrics

i broke the front window of the house,
there wasn’t any stirring and the lights were still out.
i crept through the hole,
and my feet touched the floor,
and the sound of the wood made a creak from below.
ain’t n-body home, i’m alone and in the zone,
rummaging the room for what’s yours to make my own.
the tvs so sweet, wrap the screen in a sheet,
haul it all to the window, that’s one room complete,
my b&e.

against the joy, i’m making sure n-body’s coming.
get straight to the point; i’m making sure n-body’s coming.
looking over my back, i’m making sure n-body’s coming.
load it all in my sack; load it all in my sack.

i stepped in toward the back room and heard a noise.
it sounded like a dog out chewing on his toys.
and just like a stopwatch, the sound stopped.
and in through the door walks a full grown rott
he looked real fierce, his teeth pierced with a grin,
like you don’t know who the f-cks house you broken in.
i shot him a grin out from the kitchen,
i opened up the fridge and said “here boy, dig on in.”
my b&e.

against the joy, i’m making sure n-body’s coming.
get straight to the point, i’m making sure n-body’s coming.
looking over my back, i’m making sure n-body’s coming.
load it all in my sack; load it all in my sack. (x2)

someone’s coming, here they come.
someone’s coming, here they come.
someone’s coming, here they come.
should i start running? here they come.
someone’s coming, here they come.
someone’s coming, here they come.
someone’s coming, here they come.
should i start running? here they come.
ooh, false alarm.

continue loading goods out the back of the crib,
to the truck of the car, i can barely close the lid.
now i’m back in the house, take the picture off the fireplace,
grabbed a crowbar, and i crack open the safe.
sn-tch the money and the jewelry,
this ain’t nothing new to me.
then i see the lights through the window,
and i freeze, hear the keys.
i flee.
i speed up the street,
if i’m caught, doing 5 to 10 stretch like a dream,
my b&e.

load it all in my sack. (til the end)

- blaze ya dead homie lyrics

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