Blaze Ya Dead Homie - I Go to Work Lyrics

Lyrics I Go to Work - Blaze Ya Dead Homie



I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side
Took about three shots, victim of a homicide
Do a drive by in a second
Leave ya' all bloody an' tattered, lying on the pavement
Nothing can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage
Nut up, and then start unloading the 12 gauge
Sawed off pump in your ass, bitch
Say your prayers, bitch
Cause your headed to the casket
Then to the graveyard
A lil advice, never perpetrate and act hard
'Cause when you are dead, muthafucka, ain't shit to lose
Still gettin' my hustle on, and payin helly dues
Ain't got shit to prove to you marks and you bustas
Always stay strapped, 'cause you know I cain't trust ya'
Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt
It's Ya Dead Homie, Blaze
Bitch, I go to work
I go to work e'eryday
Baggin' up yay
Clockin' major chedda, loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin' sucka' bitches rides
Doin' hella drive-bys, just another homicide
I go to work e'eryday
Baggin' up yay
Clockin' major chedda, loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin' sucka' bitches rides
Doin' hella drive bys just another homicide
I go to work in my neighborhood
Puffin' on blunts, baggin' up yag and always up to no good
'Cause I'm a gansta, been to the grave and back
So, stop on my corner, and get your fuckin' car jacked
'Cause I don't play like my homies always say
We runnin' with the hatchet Psychopathic ay yay
E'eryday, Ya Homie Blaze, is on the streets
Bouncin' downtown, brandishing heat
Until just the other day when I was walkin' on my own
A sucka' tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone
Tried to play me, G, till he got a peek of my pitch black eyes
Right before I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw
Then watched him fall, lifeless
You should have seen his face, it was priceless
Just another lesson hoe, with disgression hoe
'Cause through the streets I lurk, I go to work
I go to work e'eryday
Baggin' up yay
Clockin' major chedda, loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin' sucka bitches rides
Doin' hella drive-bys just another homicide
I go to work e'eryday
Baggin' up yay
Clockin' major chedda, loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side, jackin' sucka bitches rides
Doin' hella drive-bys just another homicide
Now I'm rollin' in the jacked up bucket
Bumpin' Twiztid, puffin herb, like fuck it
Make a left on the one way, that's when the boys in blue
Got behind me with they lights and sirens
Thirty seconds of silence, then I unloaded the clip
Pumpin' on pigs wit' the hollow point tips
So don't trip, I still gots to get my grip
Rollin' down the street, leavin' em bleedin' by the scene
Then a right, left, then a right, to a chop shop
Sold the bucket and a rock
To a smoked out bitch in a '92 Ranger
That's the way it is in the life of a gangsta
Or a hustla, quick to dust ya'
I could lose an arm, and still murder 40 of ya
Watch ya' back, when Blaze get his smirk on
You could be the next muthafucka' I go to work on
I go to work e'eryday
Baggin up yay
Clockin' major chedda, loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin' sucka' bitches rides
Doin' hella drive-bys, just another homicide
I go to work e'eryday
Baggin' up yay
Clockin' major chedda, loke
I'm all about my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin' sucka' bitches rides
Doin' hella drive-bys, just another homicide
I go to work e'eryday
Baggin' up yay
Clockin' major chedda, loke
I'm all about my paper roll



Writer(s): Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Chris Rouleau


Blaze Ya Dead Homie - 1 Less G in the Hood
Album 1 Less G in the Hood
date of release
01-04-2015




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