(Blaze)
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G¡¯s up hoe¡¯s down
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I don¡¯t give a fuck if you¡¯s a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town
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You need to bow down, out of respect or fear
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I ain¡¯t asking, I¡¯m demanding, make sure the message is clear
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Hey now player, it¡¯s all right, stop speaking my name
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Unless you¡¯re looking to fight
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I ain¡¯t looking to battle rap, with you
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I¡¯m looking to unload my gat, and bust a cap in you
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(Chorus)
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These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
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Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I¡¯ll never get
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If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
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If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
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In the dayz of my neighborhood
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Do you remember what it was like when G¡¯s was real, and thug was life
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Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
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All bitches still act the same, you ain¡¯t thug
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Do you remember when G's was real, like stainless steel?
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Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat
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Bitches nowadays, need to get sprayed
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Tricks ain¡¯t on the game, and the ghetto serenade
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My name keeps falling from out your mouth
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Which causes me and my homies, to pull the heaters out
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Find a bitch up in you, and we beat her out
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Put the barrel in yo' mouth, pull the trigger, and we out
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(Chorus)
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These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
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Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I¡¯ll never get
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If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
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If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
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In the dayz of my neighborhood
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Do you remember what it was like when G¡¯s was real, and thug was life
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Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
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All bitches still act the same, you ain¡¯t thug
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"Damn the game¡¯s fucked up
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Rappers want to be actors
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Actors want to be thugs
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And some of ya¡¯ll thugs is falling in love
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What¡¯s up, you need a hug?"
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Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots
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The game changed, ya¡¯ll got earnings by getting shot
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People getting over, by sleeping with bitches on tracks
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And others looking for them, so they labeled wack
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And the media quick to jump on the nuts, of who¡¯s on top
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They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop
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It¡¯s some fucked up shit, but it happens all the same
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But tell me do you recall, or remember them dayz?
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(Chorus)
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These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
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Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I¡¯ll never get
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If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
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If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
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In the dayz of my neighborhood
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Do you remember what it was like when G¡¯s was real, and thug was life
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Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
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All bitches still act the same, you ain¡¯t thug
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(Repeats over)
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You ain't thug!
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Dayz Of My Neighborhood
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |