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Blaze Ya Dead Homie Hey You

"Hey!, Hey bitch! What the fuck?! You can't hear or something?! Hey look ho, you looking for a motherfucking thug?" (Chorus 2x) Hey you (Who me?) That

fans And I said I wouldn't trade 10 juggalos for a 100,000 mainstream fans 10 juggalos is priceless to me" Blaze Ya Dead Homie: I gots love for my homies

game, trying to do their thing. You in the industry, we in the strets. Know what I'm saying? The label that runs beneth the streets. Psychopathic. ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Twiztid muthafucka with them milk white eyes I despise how you perpatrate like a juggalo But you ain't down muthafucka You's a juggahoe Hey hoe you're

New ya don't stop To my man Large Professor ya don't stop Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop Everybody in the place ya don't stop Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya

us around (Biatch!) Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff Lyrics [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie

250, when you're 15 years old That's what real life's about Hey yo, fat people are hard to kidnap So if you're fat and you're all in this bitch, then

up now muthafucka? (Gunshots) Now you's dead muthafucka Hey Blaze Blaze wake up It's time to wake up Blaze Your rest is over It's time for you to open

piece of the dead, and they can't have it Still a little picky, on which hoes that I'm stabbing So if I serve dick to you, you've been blessed Now go