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Blaze Ya Dead Homie 2 Many Bitches

That's the way it goes I suppose Got to hit the store, for some more rubbers, for these hoe's 2 many bitches (Chorus 2x) 2 many bitches wanna see this

show, gang of lunatics We the rebels for the dead Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin' head And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a little Rather beat ya

2x) When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth Dirty like the earth, And young bitches that

keep flying ya'll (flying ya'll) I'm gonna keep climbing ya'll(climbing ya'll) I'm gonna keep climbing ya'll (climbing ya'll) Straight to the top, I'm

My soul is so dirty I tried to wash it too And get something together To figure out what to do [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] The voices in my head keep

bitch, shit is cold as ice So dope that we released it twice And we still here We kept hustlin We kept grindin [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] It started as

' that so fuck you bitch Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Man I don't give a fuck how many records you sell Stories

My soul is so dirty I tried to wash it too And get something together To figure out what to do [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] The voices in my head keep

three full of justice motherfucker Got you silly like a tar tapping trucker (like a tar tapping trucker) [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] You see it's all explanatory