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blaze ya dead homie - thug 4 life lyrics

i was a g in life, i’m still a g in death
and if you think i’m not a thug, don’t hold your breath
my name is blaze, and i roll with anybody killa
“drive-by on this b-tch, you b-tch n-gg-!”
all you scary b-tches, shut up and go inside
all my thug m-th-f-ckas, come on, we bout to ride
real g’s in my hood don’t be f-ckin’ around
ya gotta be a clique thick before the sun goes down
you could get yo’ life took
smart mouth, dirty looks
by the product of the streets, hood g’s and crooks
with a double barrelled shotgun pressed to your eye
i’ma take what’s mine and i’ma say it one more time
i’ma take what’s mine and i’ma leave with nothing less
for the three f-ckin’ slugs that i took in the chest
no rest for the killas equipped with mean mugs
who know what it’s like to be a m-th-f-ckin’ thug?

late night, gettin’ high
thinkin’ in my mind, hopin’ everything’s gonna be alright
situations drive me insane
now who’s to blame?
need someone who’s down for me and not the fame
is there anyone that i can trust in this f-cked up world?
reminiscin’ of the b-tchin’ that you gave me girl
i’m all alone
just me and my microphone
with the urge to do a drive-by
ever since the day homie came back alive
“throw ya hands up in the sky”
if you can feel me
“roll it up and let’s get high!”
if you can hear me
anybody killa’s comin’ for real
and it’s the raw deal
keep ya hands low or watch ya cap get peeled
where ya gonna be when the phantom’s floating after ya
in the zone m-th-f-cka!
people running
dead men gunning
ya better watch your back, the juggalo with the hatchet is coming

who the hardest, runnin’ in a gang of two?
down a 40 of formeldahyde and wax ya whole crew
cuz ain’t n-body seein’ me on any f-ckin’ street
true thug, keep it real with the heat
hittin’ licks on the low cuz i’m lowdown
dirty dog from the casket and underground
but i never sleep!
and we still got beef
when suckas recognize drive-by
we murder m-th-f-ckas!

man, where ya gonna be 10 years from now?
swimming in the gates of h-ll sayin’ that you was down
misunderstood and outta control
the microphone relieve’s stress
so i’ma do my best to impress
every single human being that’s involved with me
time for drive-by to take em’ where their eyes can see
juggalos, wave yo’ hands from side to side
juggalettes, show them t-tties if ya f-ckin’ tonight

n-gg-s and hoes
b-tches ain’t sh-t
all you haters, eat this d-ck
who know what it’s like
to be a thug for life…
be a thug for life…
be a thug for life…
n-gg-s and hoes
b-tches ain’t sh-t
all you haters, eat this d-ck
who know what it’s like
to be a thug for life…
be a thug for life…
be a thug for life…
n-gg-s and hoes
b-tches ain’t sh-t
all you haters, eat this d-ck
who know what it’s like
to be a thug for life…
be a thug for life…
be a thug for life…
n-gg-s and hoes
b-tches ain’t sh-t
all you haters, eat this d-ck
who know what it’s like
to be a thug for life…
be a thug for life…
be a thug for life…

oh… oh yeah… it ain’t over m-th-f-cka

- blaze ya dead homie lyrics

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