Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Grave Ain't No Place lyrics
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(feat. Anybody Killa) A motherfucker recognize a thug mashin' hard Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard Buried so long, nobody gave a shit Blood and tears, embedded in my casket Been surrounded, old folks everywhere Smell of dry piss covered the air When I heard the voices say arise from the grave I quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge Shotgun, double barrelled sawed off pump Safety runs thru the target if you test me Psycho thug, mashin' outta control Spent too many fuckin' years deep in a hole But still I'm a killa, feindin' for the streets Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat All that change, now got maggots on my face I'm back from the dead to give yo ass a taste The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket! The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket! The grave ain't no place to be Too much like the penetentary Locked away in concrete I'm buried 6 feet Guess so, so when you roam You can find your way home Cuffs tight around the wrist cause I was bustin' my chrome Dark visions in the smog when I walk with the dead Bad dreams in the night keep you shakin' in bed Is it all in your head cause you're locked in a cage? And clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery way I'm sittin' in the cemetery I got a plan to kill a pig so I placed a phony call about a bitch I buried Fuck a cell, I won't ever go back I got you creasin' in my pocket like a folded up rap I look in the back, a squad car pullin' up slow I grabbed the pistol in the hand with the glove, and let it blow Dashin' off like a theif in the night To me it was right I had to end his muthafuckin' life The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket! The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket! They can't keep a dead body locked down In the ground Of the pen Came thru the dirt, break free again Leave my home of the grave, shared with the roaches Back on the street, keep an eye on the vultures Flip, my escape out the front gates When the pigs check yo' friends, ain't no trace Of a gangsta, I'm already out robbin' suckers Pistol whippin' bitches, puttin' holes in motherfuckers Act like you know, Psychopathic on the glock And I gives no fuck when I'm mashin' up ya block Empty out the chamber, so long to your family Everybody history Nothing left but memories Friends start to cry and you're one with the earth Ain't nobody cry for me, not even the church My rebirth was greeted my a police chase But I'm a thug motherfucker, I ain't catchin' a case The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket! The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket! The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket! The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin! Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!