cages Police been after me, I cause a catastrophe All because my shotgun said Blasphemy Now another shotgun casualty (Chorus 2x) Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie
译文: 火焰雅死亲密. 霰弹枪.
I'm here to stress you out I just wanna let you know what I'm about (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are
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's and crooks With a double barrelled shotgun
3 quarters of my body They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without
m right here nigga) (can you see me?) Here I am (I'm right here bitch) Yo here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Where my dead
(Blaze) Ever since back when I was alive I always thought to myself what it would be like to die Today I'm more dead than a doornail Whether I succeed
dry piss covered the air When I heard the voices say arise from the grave I quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge Shotgun, double barrelled
's the dead) But he walks among society carrying a sickle and a shotgun With a touch of death, and death's hands He's a young, dying, unstoppable, dead
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
watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch (Blaze) So know I show up with a shotgun, enough
, dead man? Body count deeper than a vietnam veteran So whatcha lookin at? So what I'm dead bitch? And I'll dump a whole clip in ya neck though Got
Hell, to burn forever in flames (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) I know that they don't like and it don't matter none I'mma keep actin' a fool, reppin' the shotgun
or fo each otha I blame it all on the people around me It's because of them god never found me Right?? (wrong) [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Before I hit
retard (yea) [Chorus x2] I been known for blood sipping [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Pull the trigga Everybody tripping All on the carpet Splattered on the wall Shotgun
spirit levitating I can see him waving at me Through the window of the hearse He's crying blood It all stops and it gets worst [Blaze Ya Dead Homie
nigga) (can you see me?) Here I am (I'm right here bitch) Yo here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet) [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Where my dead thugs? Who
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
