I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side   Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide   Do a drive by in a second   Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the pavement   Nothing can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage   Nut up, and then start unloading the 12 gauge   Sawed off pump in your ass bitch    Say your prayers bitch    Cause your headed to the casket   Then to the graveyard   A lil advice, never perpetrate and act hard   Cause when you are dead, muthafucka aint shit to lose   Still gettin my hustle on, and payin helly dues   Aint got shit to prove 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, bitch I go to work      I go to work everyday   Baggin up yag   Clockin' major chedda loke   I'm all about my paper roll   I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides   Doin hella drive bys just another homicide   I go to work everyday   Baggin up yag   Clockin' major chedda loke   I'm all about my paper roll   I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides   Doin hella drive bys just another homicide      I go to work in my neighborhood   Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and always up to no good   Cause I'm a gansta, been to the grave and back   So stop on my corner, and get your fuckin' car jacked   Cause I don't play like my homies always say   We runnin' with a hatchet Psychopathic ay yay   Every day ya homie Blaze, is on the streets   Bouncin' downtown, brandishing heat   Until just the other day when I was walkin on my own   A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone   Tried to play me G, till he got a peek of my pitch black eyes   Right before I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw   Then watched him fall, lifeless   You should have seen his face it was priceless   Just another lesson hoe, with disgression hoe   Cause through the streets I lurk, I go to work      I go to work everyday   Baggin up yay   Clockin' major chedda loke   I'm all about my paper roll   I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides   Doin hella drive bys just another homicide   I go to work everyday   Baggin up yay   Clockin' major chedda loke   I'm all about my paper roll   I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides   Doin hella drive bys just another homicide      Now I'm rollin in the jacked up bucket   Bumpin' Twiztid, puffin herb like fuck it   Make a left on the one way, thats when the boys in blue   Got behing me with they lights and sirens   30 seconds of silence, then I unloaded the clip   Pumpin' on pigs wit the hollow point tips   So don't trip, I still gots to get my grip   Rollin down the street, leavin em bleedin' by the scene   Then a right, left then a right, to a chop shop   Sold the bucket and a rock   To a smoked out bitch in a '92 Ranger   That's the way it is in the life of a gangsta   Or a hustla, quick to dust ya   I could lose an arm, and still murder 40 of ya   Watch ya back when Blaze get his smirk on   You could be the next muthafucka I go to work on      I go to work everyday   Baggin up yay   Clockin' major chedda loke   I'm all about my paper roll   I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides   Doin hella drive bys just another homicide   I go to work everyday   Baggin up yay   Clockin' major chedda loke   I'm all about my paper roll   I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides   Doin hella drive bys just another homicide