Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Str8 Outta Detroit Lyrics
*****, you can straight up eat a motha*****in' dick! I'm lookin' at themotha*****in' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and thatmotha*****in' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a motha*****in' hatchet onthe daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give upprops to D-Town (DETROIT!!!)Straight outta Detroit, crazy motha*****a named BlazeBack from the dead, tell my story on the front pageWhen I'm jackin'I got a Mack-10Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axesWhich wanna y'alls wanna ***** with me?The police are gonna have to come and get meWe stompin' yo ass, ***** I ain't goin' outAll you suckas, ain't nobody showin' outNiggas wanna set tripTry and talk shitCold ***** yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplitGoin' off on any ***** like thatWith a gatThat's pointed at yo' dome!So give it up suckaI'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, mutha*****a!!"He's a murderer, best keep yo' distanceDown with the Family, like Charles MansonCrook throwaway is a motha*****in' toolDon't make me act a motha*****in' foolMe and you can go, toe to toe, maybeOn the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks dailyAnd turned weekly, monthly, and yearlyAll the thugs in the hood represent meCuz I'm down with a capital D-E-T*****, you can't ***** with me!When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duckYa Dead Homie, still crazy as *****Mashin' on you *****es, I think you get the pointEastside, motha*****a, comin' straight outta Detroit"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!"Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody KillaEvery ***** I choke, yo, my rep gets biggaI'm a thug mutha*****a, and you know thisBut you playa hatin' *****es better never ever show thisI don't give a *****, I make my cheeseMiddle finger in the air screamin' "***** the police!"Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack itRun your donuts, your guns, and your badgesShoot a mutha*****a in a minuteFor some hood rat ***** and go up in itSo if you at a showIn the front rowI'ma call you a ***** if yo' ass ain't a juggalo*****es gettin' mad, *****es ain't shit*****es and hoes can eat a mutha*****in' dickI'm a crazy mutha*****a from the streetsWith them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beatsAnybody controls the automaticSo any punk mutha*****a that start staticWith my dead homie, or by myselfEverytime, I pull the AK off the shelfSecurity is maximum and that's a lawK-I-double-L-A, I'm raw*****, I'm a mutha*****in' villanStand in my way and you're witnessin' the killin'Creepin' up without a clueAnd once you in the scope, yo' ass is throughSo *****, you better get a gripCuz Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tipStraight outta Detroit!"J is his name and the boy's comin'..."Straight outta Detroit!Is it nut that I'm cutLike whut?And make your sister eat buttDangerousA thug claimin' SouthwestI'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chestSee I don't give a *****, that's the problemI see a mutha*****in' cop, I'ma stop himPlay it smart and ask for directionsAnd then shank him in the *****in' midsectionTo me, it's kinda funny, this ProzacI don't know where the ***** I'm goin' or where the ***** I'm atI'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasySo I can get high and ***** this ***** next to meRuthless...is the label that's floppin'But the hatchetman be choppin'Cuz it really don't matter bout meIt's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead HomieFeel a little gust of wind and you're deadCuz an axe just severed yo' headAnd what about the ***** that got shot?She gave me herpes so I shot her in the backThis be an autobiographyOf Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonelyDark Lotus will slaughter your motherAnd slap your brotherStraight outta Detroit!"Oh my God!""Oh my...Oh my God!""Oh my...Oh my God!""Oh my God!"
