Blaze Ya Dead Homie STR8 Outta Detroit Lyrics

(Jamie Madrox)
b____, you can straight up eat a m________in' d___! I'm lookin' at the m________in' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that m________in' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a m________in' hatchet on the daily. (WORLD WIDE BABY!!) But for this moment in time, we wanna give up props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!)

(Blaze)
Straight outta Detroit, crazy m________a named Blaze
Back from the dead, cover story on the front page
When I'm jackin'
I got a Mack-10
Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes
Which wanna y'all wanna f___ with me?
The police are gonna have to come and get me
We stompin' yo a__, b____ I ain't goin' out
All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out
n____s wanna set trip
Try and talk s___
Cold c___ yo' a__ and leave you with yo' wigsplit
Goin' off on any b____ like that
With a gat
That's pointed at yo' dome!
So give it up sucka
I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, m____fucka!!"
He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance
Down with the Family, like Charles Manson
Crook throwaway is a m________in' tool
Don't make me act a m________in' 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
Cuz I'm down with a capital D-E-T
b____, you can't f___ with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck
Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as f___
Mashin' on you b____es, I think you get the point
Eastside, m________a, comin' straight outta Detroit

"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!"

(Anybody Killa)
Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa
Every b____ I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga
I'm a thug m____fucka, and you know this
But you playa hatin' b____es better never ever show this
I don't give a f___, I make my cheese
Middle finger in the air screamin' "f___ the police!"
Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it
Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges
Shoot a m____fucka in a minute
For some hood rat p____ and go up in it
So if you at a show
In the front row
I'ma call you a b____ if yo' a__ ain't a Juggalo
b____es gettin' mad, b____es ain't s___
b____es and hoes can eat a m____fuckin' d___
I'm a crazy m____fucka from the streets
Anybody controls the automatic
So any punk m____fucka that start static
With my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf
Security is maximum and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
b____, I'm a m____fuckin' villan
Stand in my way and you're witnessin' a killin'
Creepin' up without a clue
And once you in the scope, yo' a__ is through
So b____, you better get a grip
Cuz Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Detroit!

"J is his name and the boy's comin'..."

(Violent J)
Straight outta Detroit!
Is it nut that I'm cut
Like whut?
And make your sister eat b___
Dangerous
A thug claimin' Southwest
I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest
See I don't give a f___, that's the problem
I see a m____fuckin' cop, I'mma stop him
Play it smart and ask for directions
And then shank him in the f___in' midsection
To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac
I don't know where the f___ I'm goin'
or where the f___ I'm at
I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy
So I can get high and f___ this b____ next to me
Ruthless...is the label that's floppin'
But the hatchetman be choppin'
Cuz it really don't matter 'bout me
It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead
Cuz an axe just severed yo' head
And what about the b____ that got shot?
She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back
This be an autobiography
Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely
Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother
And slap your brother
Straight outta Detroit!

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