like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) G
People scream at the sight of a man that'll melt sunlight Aight! Now if I was given a chance to change it all I would at least gave my homies a call I
my hood don't be f**kin' 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
tale of an indestructable man He's dead and he's pissed He's roamin the streets at night lookin for ways to die Should you encounter him, the undead, the dead
't matter bout me It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead 'cause an axe just severed yo' head And
above They sayin' can ya 'kick the do' up?' I'm still stuck I'm dead as shit, I know where I'm at now Chillin' with the dead, one with the underground
in the center! Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib then one of them hollered, 'Back to the grill!' They all followed one by one on my chest
Yo here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Where my dead thugs? Who jack fools and slang drugs Who ain't afraid to ride through the hood
thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him Blaze, and he came out from the back room Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom
like Anybody Killa I'm stompin' thru yo' city like a little Godzilla I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em' Then choke yo' ass to death so
killa, feindin' for the streets Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat All that change, now got maggots on my face I'm back from the dead to give yo ass a taste
[Verse 1 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie] The sun goes down, and I crept out the cemetery Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary Known to fuck, known to
and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in
the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By I put that on the hatchet! I ride for my homies! I put that on the hatchet! I die for my homies! I put that on
nasty Blaze you nasty] That I'm Nasty [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [You nasty, You nasty] [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [you nasty Blaze
im saying always man We had never forgot about Tupac, you know, thats our boy til the end [Too $hort x2: rapping] From hood to hood, block to block
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 muthafucka! People running Dead men gunning Ya
