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
1 Intro 2 Tha Hood
2 Real G Shit
3 In Case U Forgot
4 I Go to Work
5 Put It Down
6 Grave Ain't No Place
7 Casket
8 Juggalo Anthem
9 Nasty
10 Maggot Face
11 Hood Ratz
12 Hatchet Luv
13 Saturday Afternoon
14 Given Half the Chance
15 U Can't Hurt Me Now
16 Thug 4 Life
17 Look Out
18 Mamma, I Ain't Changed
19 Garbage
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