Blaze Ya Dead Homie lyrics

Blaze Ya Dead Homie lyrics

"I Go To Work lyrics"

Two At A Table Set For Three lyrics
Give me the time I got no reservations. Go on. Disclose your crime Say it with conviction! Go on. Clean your plate It's time to cleare the slate. I hope you're up to it 'Cause it ain't gonna wait When to deliberate two long is two late. Always. Pour out the wine Let's spill some libations! Go on. Drink a toast to a ghost. Drink a toast to the most. Now!
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 
Monkey lyrics
Hello me are you in there making sure you're not dead, smelled some rotting flesh I heard you left him alone suns up with open roads get down freak out the time is right now Drop your things and burn your clothes why we're here no one knows watch the bombs explode He sold you a dream and carved you up like meat lay
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 b
Aggressiva lyrics
It's up to you to decide Are you prepared to slave again? Let's get down to work It's up to you to decide With all their courage they face The enemies and guns who took the place Where the freedom never appears It worked so well before Let's use it once more It's up to you to decide To preserve the power on your side In their eyes rush and charge Let's get down to work Let's get do
fore 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 pi
New Church lyrics
(Bator/James) When the heroes have all died away. Priests and politicians have all lied away now. Actors after all were only acting. Church killed knowledge. Took the world a slave. Ya gotta walk it man just like ya talk it. Wear the uniform of your gang. Purpose in life's just for living. Dream merchants fantasy surreal so real. Divide and conquer - that's their game. Beneath their hai
s 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