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Artiste:
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Titre:
Etched Out
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..."What the fuck are you lookin' at!?" (Chorus) Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch And that's for life bitch! (And that's for life bitch) And that's for life bitch! (And that'd for life bitch) Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch (Blaze) So know I show up with a shotgun, enough shells to blow holes in err'thing Bloody up the walls, the windows, and the curtains I'm for certain, this sucker right here Gonna die like a bitch motherfucka right here Get that ass chalked up, I'ma trace you Pull out the twelve gauge pencil, and erase you It takes two to tango, so I brought four And in the glove box, shotgun shells galore I came for war, and leaving with a piece of your head So I can look at it, when thinking about that shit that you said (Chorus) Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch And that's for life bitch! (And that's for life bitch) And that's for life bitch! (And that'd for life bitch) Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch I might send you where the bitch motherfuckas, go when they die Fresh out the belt line, with the chrome 4-5 Better get to an exit, that vest ain't going help Dump the whole clip, make sure my presence is felt Drive-by! and I ain't got to be in the car I do a drive-by, on a Haro wit no handlebars I do a walk-by, blasting at you out of the blue And what a bitch motherfucka like you gonna do? (Chorus) Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch And that's for life bitch! (And that's for life bitch) And that's for life bitch! (And that'd for life bitch) Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch Now if I unload the heater, I'ma reload the heater And make sure to splatter blood on your khakis and wife beater Ya'll bitches ain't leavin' alive When you cross me, you cross the chalk line Now prepare to die People is bleeding, bitches is screaming Suckers running into cars, and driving away speeding I'm in the backpocket looking for chalk to trace The ones who can't walk dead, are trying to crawl away (Chorus) Which one of ya'll wanna get etched out in chalk Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch And that's for life bitch! (And that's for life bitch) And that's for life bitch! (And that'd for life bitch) Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch