blaze ya dead homie - grave ain't no place (featuring monoxide child & anybody killa) lyrics
[blaze]
a motherf-cker recognize a thug mashin’ hard
straight out the plot of my cemetery yard
buried so long, n-body gave a sh-t
blood and tears, embedded in my casket
been surrounded, old folks everywhere
smell of dry p-ss covered the air
when i heard the voices say: “arise from the grave”
i quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge
shotgun, double barreled sawed off pump
safety runs thru the target (mothaf-cka) if you test me
psycho thug, mashin’ outta control (yeah)
spent too many f-ckin’ years deep in a hole
but still i’m a killa, fiendin’ for the streets
slangin’ rocks on a 9 to 5 beat (what?)
all that change, now got maggots on my face
i’m back from the dead to give yo -ss a taste
chours (x2)
the grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!
hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
the grave ain’t no place, i should be out mashin!
never goin’ back to my m-th-f-ckin’ casket!
[anybody killa]
the grave ain’t no place to be
too much like the penitentiary
locked away in concrete
i’m buried 6 feet
guess so, so when you roam
you can find your way home
cuffs tight around the wrist cause i was bustin’ my chrome
dark visions in the smog when i walk with the dead
bad dreams in the night keep you shakin’ in bed
is it all in your head or cause you’re locked in a cage?
and clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery way (what)
[monoxide child]
i’m sittin’ in the cemetery (well h-llo)
i got a plan to kill a pig
so i placed a phony call about a b-tch i buried (die)
f-ck a cell, i won’t ever go back
i got you creasin’ in my pocket like a folded up rap
i look in the back, a squad car pullin’ up slow
i grabbed the pistol in the hand with the glove, and let it blow
dashin’ off like a theif in the night
to me it was right
i had to end his mothaf-ckin’ life (yeah)
chours (x2)
the grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!
hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
the grave ain’t no place, i should be out mashin!
never goin’ back to my m-th-f-ckin’ casket!
[blaze]
they can’t keep a dead body locked down
in the ground
of the pen
came thru the dirt, break free again (un-huh)
leave my home of the grave, shared with the roaches
back on the street, keep an eye on the vultures (woo)
flip, my escape out the front gates
when the pigs check yo’ friends, ain’t no trace
of a gangsta, i’m already out robbin’ suckers (gimme that!)
pistol whippin’ b-tches, puttin’ holes in motherf-ckers (what)
act like you know, a psychopathic on the glock
and i gives no f-ck when i’m mashin’ up ya block (whoo whoo!)
empty out the chamber, so long to your family
everybody history
nothing left but memories
friends start to cry and you’re one with the earth
ain’t n-body cry for me, not even the church (nope)
my rebirth was greeted my a police chase
but i’m a thug motherf-cker, i ain’t catchin’ a case (yeah)
chours (x4)
the grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!
hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
the grave ain’t no place, i should be out mashin!
never goin’ back to my m-th-f-ckin’ casket!
[skit]
– 911 emergency, can i help you?
– would you please send someone to 12 cherry nut lane?
– what seems to be the problem, sir?
– there’s a f-ckin’ guy beatin’ on my door; i don’t know what i’m supposed to do… i gotta gun…
– please don’t do anything rash.
– i-i know. i don’t wanna have to shoot anybody, but he’s bangin’…
– where exactly is he at?
– can-can you hear that? he’s banging on the door! would you go away!
– sir, please calm down.
– it’s hard to calm down; i don’t know what i’
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