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letra de they call that gangsta - blaze ya dead homie

[verse 1: blaze]
top down, b-tches drop down to their knees
when they’re in the midst of some real g’s
real g sh-t – ak’s with banana clips
bring out the inner gorilla you son of a b-tch
i’mma take a big hit, hold it in, let it go
inhale, exhale, only marijuana smoke
no joke, man i ain’t even laughing
ain’t no time to argue, squeeze a trigger and let the gun blast
all my hitters and b-tches and real k!llers and drug dealers
i hold it down for you cause i be a vandetta in g flag
of what color
b-tch you look at me sideways i cut your eye out with a box cutter
see me dog no collar, no chain
and my bark and bite are equal so they one and the same
i ain’t new to the game so don’t play a punk with me
grab your toilet paper cause i turn your whole life sh-tty

[hook: (the r.o.c.) & blaze]
(they call that gangsta)
what i’m doing, who i be
ain’t n0body dead or alive even f-cking with me
(gangsta)
born in the back of a lowrider with hydraulics and spokes
and them low pro tires
baptizin’ 40’s behind the liquor store
with my young g’s, so we dreamin of gettin more [?]
(gangsta)

[verse 2: the r.o.c.]
that’s what you call gangsta, y’all rupauls
no b-lls when we check of your sh-t you guys are too small
we move off in the direction, with less stress and more s-xin’
from the section, that means your woman are now our lesson
me and blaze don’t check, they want ’em down
collect what it gotta be in our circle of this sh-t
no sweatin’, these suckas know all occasion
cause punks they get their hatin’
we sprayin’ at the sweater
we got a satan at gun point already
let it rain confetii, if you dead and gone that’s savvy
we skeet off in them pirellis
them boys were never jelly
we shoot it out, get burried
i’m mashin’, pumping out in my box chevy like who’s ready?
my belly always stuffed with chumps – i eat em up
with their luck so what, we’re never help you ain’t born tough
note to self, you see me head down, let’s talk
i’m beating my chest, i’m worldwide you can’t get enough

[hook]

[verse 3: lex the hex master]
too many w-nkstas ? and prankstas
not enough gangstas, gun b-tters and shankstas
tell me what you bang for, i’m pulsin’ these n-ggas anger
these fists cuffed tangler the queens county strangler
lex the hex master, trenching the necks b-st-rd
claiming he drops cl-ssics, smack ’em back to jur-ssic
practicin’ black magic while makin’ factory caskets
i’ll leave gash, stickin’ and movin’ just call me c-ssius
we’re not affiliated, packin’ heavy radiator
sorry, real g’s don’t find skinny jeans intimidating
all initiated cowards get asphyxiated
flow’s sophisticated so lex is highly antic-p-ted
faith tainted, my face painted, i must be sick
maintained to stay faded to f-ck a b-tch
and by that time next year they y’all know me
hex the master, the r.o.c. and blaze ya dead homie

[hook]

- blaze ya dead homie

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