Letras:
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Grave Ain T No Place

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

remorse, fans come with deadly force After, check the course, we the dead, we roam the earth the wasteland, now we burnt, I told ya bitch I can't be

close shave I'm bumpin heads with the reaper On a daily basis, can't sleep, with nightmares of dead faces And watch the man in the mirror, I don't trust

worst [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Ashes to ashes Dust to dust At least that's what I was told When I was on the come up Been to the grave and it ain'