I wanna know where the fck are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap peelas
Walking the earth, been mean since birth
Taking every damn thing in sight thats worth
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside bitches like that
Sometimes I feel that I cant eat, cant sleep
Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep
Better yet, just leave me alone
Ive survived this long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean mugging police
Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece
So now I feel that I owe it to yall
Youre the reason that Im here instead of dead and gone
And dont think that Im here to stress you out
I just wanna let you know what Im about
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, do the math
You can try to relax but this killa aint like that
Wait a minute let me tell the truth
Im relaxed like a mothafcka tomahawking a fool
Walk away just keeping my cool
Like Im sneaking in line at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue
Yo Blaze am I right? WOOP WOOP
Thats what the fck Ive been trying to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways
Thats why we only gather once a year
Because the world really cant afford to disappear
So now we all break bread never misled
And the drama that I bring you will never forget
And the ones thats down no matter where youre at
Im just here to let you know that I got your back
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
Im bored as the come, homie dont 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, Ive been screwed and taxed, dont ask
Some suckas with two little stripes to attack
Mothafckas aint shit, Im 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 aint never gonna die
Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try?
Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for mine
Aint no way aint anybody gonna stop my shine
Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money, show respect
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero