Blaze Ya Dead Homie I Go To Work Lyrics

I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets
on the East side
Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide
Do a drive by in a second
Leave ya all b_____, and tattered lying on the pavement
Nothing can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage
Nut up, and then start unloading the 12 gauge
Sawed off pump in your a__ b____
Say your prayers b____
Cause your headed to the casket
Then to the graveyard
A lil advice, never perpetrate and act hard
Cause when you a dead, m____fucka aint s___ to lose
Still gettin my hustle on, and payin helly dues
Ain't got s___ to prove to you marks and you bustas
Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya
Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt
It's ya dead homie Blaze, b____ I go to work

(Chorus 2x- Anybody Killa)
I go to work everyday
Baggin up yag
Clockin' major chedda loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin sucka b____es rides
Doin hella drive bys just another homicide

I go to work in my neighborhood
Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and always up to no good
Cause I'm a gangsta, been to the grave and back
So stop on my corner, and get your f___in' car jacked
Cause I don't play like my homies always say
We runnin' with a hatchet Psychopathic (AY YAY)
Every day ya homie Blaze, is on the streets
Bouncin' downtown, brandishing heat
Until just the other day when I was walkin on my own
A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone
Tried to play me G, till he got a peek at
my pitch black eyes
Right before I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw
Then watched him fall, lifeless
You should have seen his face it was priceless
Just another lesson hoe, with disgression hoe
Cause through the streets I lurk, I go to work

(Chorus 2x)
I go to work everyday
Baggin up yag
Clockin' major chedda loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin sucka b____es rides
Doin hella drive bys just another homicide

Now I'm rollin in the jacked up bucket
b__pin' Twiztid, puffin herb like f___ it
Make a left on the one way, thats when the boys in blue
Got behing me with they lights and sirens
30 seconds of silence, then I unload the clip
Pumpin' on pigs wit the hollow point tips
So don't trip, I still gots to get my grip
Rollin down the street, leavin em bleedin' by the scene
Then a right, left then a right, to a chop shop
Sold the bucket and a rock
To a smoked out b____ in a '92 Ranger
That's the way it is in the life of a gangsta
Or a hustla, quick to dust ya
I could lose an arm, and still murder 40 of ya
Watch ya back when Blaze get his smirk on
You could be the next m____fucka I go to work on

(Chorus 4x to fade)
I go to work everyday
Baggin up yag
Clockin' major chedda loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin sucka b____es rides
Doin hella drive bys just another homicide