"Who Is It?" lyrics
"Who Is It?"
(feat. Jamie Madrox)
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Don't get your lips started
Unless you're planning on being the next ghillie departed
You think you're still getting carded
And your ghetto past is so black market
Don't get it, post order look like folk
To a low-tout homie with a fuck you attitude
I ain't worried bout shit
Let the barrel spit hot lead, I won't miss
Hey bitch, don't slip on the blood
This really must be your first time in the hood
It's kinda funny to somebody like me
Spend his whole life repping hard for these streets
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Still rolling with the 12 gauge
I'm a gangster, keep on repping for the old days
Like the J
For the love of money, I gotta have it
Even if it means I'm back snapping
It's tragic
The sad life of a bitch
Who thought he had enough to pull a cat
And let it spin
Can't they see I'm just a prick on the draw
In 10-30 seconds your body free fall
Look bitch, now I'm going through your pockets
Should've just gave up the bread
Cause you can't stop it
You're hard and it act as proud to attract
The hardest gangster on the map with a gap
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
I'm a ride for life
Married to the business
The game is my wife
We both attracted to the knife
Not her, no, go on and log it in the journal
Keep a tats on me, write this down
I'm murder anybody talking shit they out of bounds
Bitch bounce
Off the ground
Playing like Steph Curry coming from downtown
You're getting in my path
Feel the wrath
The shotgun blast quick to leave you in the butt bath
I stand up close
Have a choice of chose
Death at the hands of the one they fear most
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
Who is it?
The dead homie that they call Blaze!
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with the 12 gauge
- AZLyrics
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- Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics
album:
"Gang Rags: Reborn" (2014)
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