I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas   Straight cap peelas   Walking the earth, been mean since birth   Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth (Gimme dat)   Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack   Eastside bitches like that   Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep   Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep   Better yet, just leave me alone   I've survived this long with a microphone   Roaming the streets, mean mugging police   Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece (What's up?)   So now I feel that I owe it to ya'll   You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone   And don't think that I'm here to stress you out   I just wanna let you know what I'm about      (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)   Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains   These are all the things that a G brings   To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral   Streets is crucial, competition zero      Face facts (What?)   do the math   You can try to relax   but this killa ain't like that (Hell Naw!)   Wait a minute let me tell the truth   I'm relaxed like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool   Walk away just keeping my cool   Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue   No trace, no motive, no body, no clue   Yo Blaze am I right? (WOOP WOOP)   That's what the fuck I've been trying to say   Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways   That's why we only gather once a year   Because the world really can't afford to disappear   So now we all break bread never misled   And the drama that I bring you will never forget   And the ones that's down no matter where you're at   I'm just here to let you know that I got your back      (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)   Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains   These are all the things that a G brings   To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral   Streets is crucial, competition zero      (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)   I'm bored as they come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb   Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some   The streets are talking I be listening, hearing   Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing   Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask   Some suckas with two little stripes to attack   Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a soldier   Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders   Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest   You see me packing a gun in the vest   Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die   Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try?   Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for mine   Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shine   Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberys   I do it for the streets and the money, so respect me      (Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)   Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains   These are all the things that a G brings   To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral   Streets is crucial, competition zero