Blaze Wit Ya'll

(Yo!! G Rap nigga) See y'all thought it was a game right?

Like y'all ain't know this was gon' happen? (Jinx Da Juvy)

We for life, we known for holdin it down

Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever (word)

We ain't havin' none of that, you heard? (word)

If you about dough, we can get paid wit y'all

Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y'all

You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all

Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y'all

You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y'all

You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y'all

You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y'all

You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y'all!

This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs

My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood

My wild niggaz schemin' with snubs, fiendin' for grub

Eatin' off the streets, triple-beamin' the drugs

The ones that put a red beam in your mug

The ones that bug and be in the clubs

and hide whips, gleamin' with dubs

This one goes out to my peoples

that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel

in back of the spots but chop on the lethal

Then pop goes the weasel

If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles

We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles

Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle

Lay you down with shots that are cerebral

Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal

Hop like Knievel, pass the cops in our Regals

Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats

Duck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back

That young fella straight from the slums and that's that

Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack

Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at

So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back

Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at

Duckin' the boys in blue, with jumps in ass crack

Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster

for niggaz schemin' so I'm fiendin' to bend your wig over

You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over

Without a license, gettin' brain in a tint Rover

But not for nuttin, a frontin' dude get popped for frontin'

Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin'

But that don't stop nuttin' cause trust me the cop's duckin'

A badge don't mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin'

And I don't think the pig's tryin to get, popped in the stomach

Or be worse, layin' with they wig hotter than the oven

G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth

Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks

Wheelin' the six to cribs on hills in the sticks

Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit

Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin' krills on the strip

Now we, spillin' the Crist', niggaz still with the hits

Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist

Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst

G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up

Harsh killer hold the hammer like twenty bar villains

Spit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villas

Pack the trey-pound God pealer

It's a hard thriller mob chiller

Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer

Y'all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feeler

A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller

What? (G Rap nigga) Black fam baby, uhh

(Jinx Da Juvy) The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? Two thousand shit

Here to rule shit

All y'all weak niggaz fall back

Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here