Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Ill Connect Lyrics
I'ma G like the 7th letter in the alphabetMy shirt's wet all over a new connectCaught a bullet in my neck and it's spillin' just like a siveClentch the Glock wonderin' how long I'm gonna liveBut before I get ahead the story let's start with,The kid we was introduced through a kinda friendMy man Ill Money would never lead me astrayReal playa he don't ***** with nothing but big weightPut me up on game said the players in townHold nothing but Afghan twelve hundred a poundAt that price I could flip three or maybe fourIn less than a week through the front and out the back doorHe says here the numbers and I called the new catTold 'im Money said them L-B-S's lookin' fatI'm lookin' to cop two or thirdies on frontHad intents on flippin' two and baggin' the third upAnd layin' the dude down, and skirtin' with all them poundsAnd dumpin' a couple rounds, and skippin' a couple towns overWhen my boy Loc celled to the smoked outOver an inner sight front of the crack houseI said I was plannin' the attack,I need a gun man and a Ryda watch my mutha*****in' backCause if shit went wack niggas smoke up on meWhat's up R.O.C. it's ya mutha*****in' homieSeen the thing was I had to roll dudeGrab the first burner I'm bout to fall throughAnd bodies gon' go I swear right with meBlaze and R.O.C. make situations stickyLet out whoever's there babies are includedWe leavin' nothin' breathin' no discussions movin'I won't be seen, cause all they see is the flash from my barrel***** a penitentary, hand steady 160 ***** meCops can't stop me, ***** I'm gettin' sloppyBreak a lil' bit cross the front of the *****Start gunnin' when I pass 'em no aces ditchedWhile the silencer's silencin' all that's involvedWe about to get paid ain't no time to stallAttempts to catch the bead of sweat drippin' down my faceBurns my eye a lil' bit but my aim is straight[Hook]I can see it goin' downILL CONNECTIt's bout to happen right nowILL CONNECTRob that boy for them poundsILL CONNECTI like the way that soundsILL CONNECTIt might come back aroundILL CONNECTI want the mutha*****in' crownILL CONNECTThem bodies bound to be foundILL CONNECTI put 'em deep in the groundILL CONNECTShit went bad, there was undercover copsI shot, he shot, and R.O.C. poppedOne of his boys in the neck and it got worseOverhead was the sirens and the sounds of the ghetto birdI had a coupla holes in my chest like a golf courseAnd I'm reloadin' the rounds for the I-4 task forceAnd canine units that tried to subdue usPlenty of ammunition I'm lookin' to get ruthlessTakin' shelter behind the side doorAmidst the gun battle I drop a few moreSo many shells hit the ground and mixed with my bloodIt's dust clouds and gun powder and heat aboveTime ticks and the second hand fly passThe streets is riddled with blood and gun blastsAnd the final shot that fatally struck meAn who the ***** are they kidding ain't no killin' Ya Dead Homie[Hook]
