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lirik lagu blaze ya dead homie - str8 outta detroit og

[intro: blaze]
you are now about to witness the recreation of street knowledge

[verse 1: blaze, anybody k!lla]
straight outta detroit, crazy motherf~cker named blaze
back from the dead, cover story on the front page
when i’m jackin’, i got a mack~10
squeeze the trigger for for criminals and action
which one of y’all wanna f~ck with me?
the police are gonna have to come and get me
we stompin’ yo ass, b~tch i ain’t goin’ out
all you suckers, ain’t n0body showin’ out
~~~~~~ wanna set trip, try and talk sh~t
cold c~ck yo’ ass and leave you with yo’ wigsplit
goin’ off on any b~tch like that
with a gat, that’s pointed at your dome
so give it up, sucker
i’m down with anybody, drive~by, motherf~cker!
here’s a murder rap to keep ya dancin’
down with the family, like charles manson
chrome throwaway is the mothaf~ckin’ tool
don’t make me act a mothaf~ckin’ fool
me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe
on the corner, strapped, slangin’ rocks daily
and turned weekly, monthly, and yearly
all the thugs in the hood represent me
’cause i’m down with a capital d~e~t
b~tch, you can’t f~ck with me
when i’m in your neighborhood, you better duck
ya dead homie, still crazy as f~ck
mashin’ on you b~tches, i think you get the point
eastside, motherf~cker, comin’ straight outta detroit
[verse 2: anybody k!lla, blaze]
straight outta detroit, the name is anybody k!lla
every b~tch i choke, yo, my rep gets bigger
i’m a thug motherf~cker, and you know this
but you playa hatin’ b~tches better never ever show this
i don’t give a f~ck, i make my cheese
middle finger in the air screamin’ “f~ck the police!”
straight servin’, we call a cop car, jackin’
run your donuts, your guns, and your badges
shoot a motherf~cker in a minute
find some hood rat p~ssy and go up in it (h~ll yeah)
so if you at a show, in the front row
i’ma call you a b~tch if yo’ ass ain’t a juggalo
b~tches gettin’ mad, b~tches ain’t sh~t
you b~tches and hoes can eat a m~th~f~ckin’ d~ck
i’m a crazy motherf~cker from the streets
with them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
anybody controls the automatic
so any punk motherf~cker who start static
with my dead homie, or by myself
every time, i pull the ak off the shelf (motherf~cker)
security is maximum, and that’s a law
k~i~double~l~a, and i’m raw (yeah)
b~tch, i’m a motherf~ckin’ villain
stand in my way and you’re witnessin’ a k!llin’
creepin’ up without a clue (what)
and once you in the scope, yo’ ass is through (b~tch)
so b~tch, you better get a grip
’cause anybody k!lla’s on a gangsta tip
straight outta detroit!
[verse 3: blaze, anybody k!lla]
straight outta detroit, it’s the brother that’ll strangle your mother
(h~ll yeah) and make your sister wear a rubber (b~tch)
dangerous, motherf~cker raising h~ll
b~tch, i can’t be caught, f~ck jail
see, i don’t give a f~ck, that’s the problem
i see a motherf~ckin’ pig, i don’t dodge ’em
i’m smart, lay low, creep around
when i seen the punk pass, gun ’em down
[?] kinda funny, the attitude, show a sucker drivin’
don’t know where the f~ck they going, just rollin’
lookin’ for the one they call blaze
the gang sees me, always got a 12 gauge (b~tch)
dead man, never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when i unload
you see, i’m past the point of hesitation
pistol whipping motherf~ckers gone all up in they face and
when we see the sirens, we jettin’
leaving memories no one will be forgettin’
but what about the rat who got shot? f~ck her!
you think i give a d~mn about a rat? i ain’t a sucker
this is the autobiography
of anybody k!lla! b~tch, f~ck with our street
you get shot down by them thug d town motherf~ckers
take it in the mouth, suckers
straight outta detroit

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