Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Grave Ain't No Place Lyrics
A mother*****er recognize a thug mashin' hardStraight out the plot of my cemetery yardBuried so long, nobody gave a shitBlood and tears, embedded in my casketBeen surrounded, old folks everywhereSmell of dry piss covered the airWhen I heard the voices say arise from the graveI quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gaugeShotgun, double barrelled sawed off pumpSafety runs thru the target if you test mePsycho thug, mashin' outta controlSpent too many *****in' years deep in a holeBut still I'm a killa, feindin' for the streetsSlangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beatAll that change, now got maggots on my faceI'm back from the dead to give yo ass a tasteThe grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!Never goin' back to my mutha*****in' casket!The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!Never goin' back to my mutha*****in' casket!The grave ain't no place to beToo much like the penetentaryLocked away in concreteI'm buried 6 feetGuess so, so when you roamYou can find your way homeCuffs tight around the wrist cause I was bustin' my chromeDark visions in the smog when I walk with the deadBad dreams in the night keep you shakin' in bedIs it all in your head cause you're locked in a cage?And clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery wayI'm sittin' in the cemeteryI got a plan to kill a pig so I placed a phony call about a ***** I buried***** a cell, I won't ever go backI got you creasin' in my pocket like a folded up rapI look in the back, a squad car pullin' up slowI grabbed the pistol in the hand with the glove, and let it blowDashin' off like a theif in the nightTo me it was rightI had to end his mutha*****in' lifeThe grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!Never goin' back to my mutha*****in' casket!The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!Never goin' back to my mutha*****in' casket!They can't keep a dead body locked downIn the groundOf the penCame thru the dirt, break free againLeave my home of the grave, shared with the roachesBack on the street, keep an eye on the vulturesFlip, my escape out the front gatesWhen the pigs check yo' friends, ain't no traceOf a gangsta, I'm already out robbin' suckersPistol whippin' *****es, puttin' holes in mother*****ersAct like you know, Psychopathic on the GlockAnd I gives no ***** when I'm mashin' up ya blockEmpty out the chamber, so long to your familyEverybody historyNothing left but memoriesFriends start to cry and you're one with the earthAin't nobody cry for me, not even the churchMy rebirth was greeted my a police chaseBut I'm a thug mother*****er, I ain't catchin' a caseThe grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!Never goin' back to my mutha*****in' casket!The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!Never goin' back to my mutha*****in' casket!The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!Never goin' back to my mutha*****in' casket!The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!Never goin' back to my mutha*****in' casket!
