Blaze Ya Dead Homie - I Go To Work Lyrics
I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East sideTook about 3 shots, victim of a homicideDo a drive by in a secondLeave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the pavementNothing can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rageNut up, and then start unloading the 12 gaugeSawed off pump in your ass *****Say your prayers *****Cause your headed to the casketThen to the graveyardA lil advice, never perpetrate and act hardCause when you are dead, mutha*****a aint shit to loseStill gettin my hustle on, and payin helly duesAint got shit to prove to you marks and you bustasAlways stay strapped cause you know I cant trust yaLights out, before I put ya in the dirtIt's ya dead homie Blaze, ***** I go to workI go to work everydayBaggin up yagClockin' major chedda lokeI'm all about my paper rollI go to work on the East side jackin sucka *****es ridesDoin hella drive bys just another homicideI go to work everydayBaggin up yagClockin' major chedda lokeI'm all about my paper rollI go to work on the East side jackin sucka *****es ridesDoin hella drive bys just another homicideI go to work in my neighborhoodPuffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and always up to no goodCause I'm a gansta, been to the grave and backSo stop on my corner, and get your *****in' car jackedCause I don't play like my homies always sayWe runnin' with a hatchet Psychopathic ay yayEvery day ya homie Blaze, is on the streetsBouncin' downtown, brandishing heatUntil just the other day when I was walkin on my ownA sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phoneTried to play me G, till he got a peek of my pitch black eyesRight before I shattered his teeth, and broke his jawThen watched him fall, lifelessYou should have seen his face it was pricelessJust another lesson hoe, with disgression hoeCause through the streets I lurk, I go to workI go to work everydayBaggin up yayClockin' major chedda lokeI'm all about my paper rollI go to work on the East side jackin sucka *****es ridesDoin hella drive bys just another homicideI go to work everydayBaggin up yayClockin' major chedda lokeI'm all about my paper rollI go to work on the East side jackin sucka *****es ridesDoin hella drive bys just another homicideNow I'm rollin in the jacked up bucketBumpin' Twiztid, puffin herb like ***** itMake a left on the one way, thats when the boys in blueGot behing me with they lights and sirens30 seconds of silence, then I unloaded the clipPumpin' on pigs wit the hollow point tipsSo don't trip, I still gots to get my gripRollin down the street, leavin em bleedin' by the sceneThen a right, left then a right, to a chop shopSold the bucket and a rockTo a smoked out ***** in a '92 RangerThat's the way it is in the life of a gangstaOr a hustla, quick to dust yaI could lose an arm, and still murder 40 of yaWatch ya back when Blaze get his smirk onYou could be the next mutha*****a I go to work onI go to work everydayBaggin up yayClockin' major chedda lokeI'm all about my paper rollI go to work on the East side jackin sucka *****es ridesDoin hella drive bys just another homicideI go to work everydayBaggin up yayClockin' major chedda lokeI'm all about my paper rollI go to work on the East side jackin sucka *****es ridesDoin hella drive bys just another homicide
