BLAZE YA DEAD HOMIE

BLAZE YA DEAD HOMIE - Dayz In My Neighborhood lyrics

rate me

G's up hoe's down

I don't give a fuck if you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town

You need to bow down, out of respect or fear

I ain't asking, I'm demanding, make sure the message is clear

Hey now player, it's all right, stop speaking my name

Unless you're looking to fight

I ain't looking to battle rap, with you

I'm looking to unload my gat, and bust a cap in you

These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit

Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get

If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)

If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)

In the dayz of my neighborhood

Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life

Sands through the hourglass, and the time change

All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

Do you remember when G's was real, like stainless steel?

Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat

Bitches nowadays, need to get sprayed

Tricks ain't on the game, and the ghetto serenade

My name keeps falling from out your mouth

Which causes me and my homies, to pull the heaters out

Find a bitch up in you, and we beat her out

Put the barrel in yo' mouth, pull the trigger, and we out

These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit

Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get

If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)

If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)

In the dayz of my neighborhood

Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life

Sands through the hourglass, and the time change

All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

"Damn the game's fucked up

Rappers want to be actors

Actors want to be thugs

And some of ya'll thugs is falling in love

What's up, you need a hug? "

Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots

The game changed, ya'll got earnings by getting shot

People getting over, by sleeping with bitches on tracks

And others looking for them, so they labeled wack

And the media quick to jump on the nuts, of who's on top

They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop

It's some fucked up shit, but it happens all the same

But tell me do you recall, or remember them dayz?

These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit

Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get

If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)

If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)

In the dayz of my neighborhood

Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life

Sands through the hourglass, and the time change

All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

You ain't thug!

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