1 - Back From the Dead I remember it all... Man there he go right there What's up now muthafucka? (Gunshots) Now you's dead muthafucka AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Hey Blaze Blaze wake up It's time to wake up, Blaze Your rest is over It's time for you to open your eyes and wake up It's a shame you were put to rest We watched you You were always our favorite Always willing to work for the master with such little reward Well since we took over things are gonna be a little different now And even though 11 years is a long time It's definitely not an eternity Wake up Blaze There's still work to be done Blaze Wake UP!!! 2 - Real G Shit (Blaze) Who wanna fuck with the unfadable, dead man? Body count deeper than a Vietnam veteran So what'cha lookin' at? So What I'm Dead Bitch? Got The 20/40 Vision with a slight twitch And I'll dump a whole clip in ya neck though So when ya fuckin' with a G show respect hoe I keep tickin' like a Timex piece This is my muthafuckin' hood, my muthafuckin' streets Fuck police, in each and every state All they do is fuck with us And continue to incarcerate, all my folks And everyone I roll with, but I ain't doing the time I Aint The One Bitch And all you haters can kiss my ass My response to you hoes is a shotgun blast My name is Blaze, and bitch I don't sleep I bring terror to the hood, cause I'm back on the streets Real G Shit 3 - In Case You Forgot featuring Jamie Madrox 911 emergency, please hold I'd like to report something Operator, she screamed so loud I know that's terrible isn't it God, I mean I never heard anything like that in my life before Alright ma'am thank you (Blaze) Psycho thug, maniac killa Takin' more slugs than the average drug dealer Born to peel a cap on a hoe ass bitch Been a G since the first nigga I ain't switched Still rock the Raiders (Whut?) Still plain in khaki's (Whut?) Still got a beef for you hoes and it's shafty Fuck the 5 0 you dead to one time Thinkin' every dumb muthafucka do a crime You don't know me or what I do Take ya flashlight, and ya attitude (Nigga fuck you) Stab you in the neck with a Dayton spoke Laughin' while ya cough up blood until ya choke Bitch I'm from the old school, and the old time Where G's all down they block like a street sign Throwin' up the East and strapped with 9 shots Blaze back from the dead in case u forgot (Chorus - Jamie Madrox) Just in case u forgot about killas that really shoot Car jackin' muthafuckas and murderin' for they loot Throwing up the East and strapped with 9 shots Blaze back from the dead in case u forgot (Blaze) In case u forgot we tokin' herb smoke Dirty gangsta, no water, no soap Yeah, that's my hoopty sittin' on the thang so I keep it ghetto tinted windows, and the stereo Dirty hoes be the ones I like to fuck (Hi Blaze) Get your dirty ass in the ride (and hook a nigga up) Get the fuck on I got money to make Hoes caps to peel, and bitches shit to take 8 ball in my face, bloodstains on my shirt You can shoot me in the face, (Man that shit don't even hurt) No more pourin' out ya 40 on a curb with sad face Blaze dead alive, and back from outer space Real G's put your hands up Playa hatin' muthafuckas do me a favor, and shut the fuck up Realize, check nuts, and act like ya know Just in case u forgot I'ma remind you hoe (Chorus) Just in case u forgot about killas that really shoot Car jackin' muthafuckas and murderin' for they loot Throwing up the East and strapped with 9 shots Blaze back from the dead in case u forgot (Blze) In case u forgot real G's don't die Always stay high, and got 4 or 5 alibi's Doin' walk by's in house shoes Leavin' dead muthafuckas floatin' in they swimming pools Visualizing homocide, and emptyin' a clip Young muthafucka with a fat ass grip Got a glock on my side in case you muthafuckas try To pop a muthafucka, but this killa don't die 4 - I Go To Work featuring ABK (Blaze) I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide Do a drive by in a second Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the pavement Nothing can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage Nut up, and then start unloading the 12 gauge Sawed off pump in your ass bitch Say your prayers bitch Cause your headed to the casket Then to the graveyard A lil advice, never perpetrate and act hard Cause when you a dead, muthafucka aint shit to lose Still gettin my hustle on, and payin helly dues Ain't got shit to prove to you marks and you bustas Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt It's ya dead homie Blaze, bitch I go to work (Chorus 2x- Anybody Killa) I go to work everyday Baggin up yag Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about my paper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide (Blaze) I go to work in my neighborhood Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and always up to no good Cause I'm a gangsta, been to the grave and back So stop on my corner, and get your fuckin' car jacked Cause I don't play like my homies always say We runnin' with a hatchet Psychopathic (AY YAY) Every day ya homie Blaze, is on the streets Bouncin' downtown, brandishing heat Until just the other day when I was walkin on my own A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone Tried to play me G, till he got a peek at my pitch black eyes Right before I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw Then watched him fall, lifeless You should have seen his face it was priceless Just another lesson hoe, with disgression hoe Cause through the streets I lurk, I go to work (Chorus 2x) I go to work everyday Baggin up yag Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about my paper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide (Blaze) Now I'm rollin in the jacked up bucket Bumpin' Twiztid, puffin herb like fuck it Make a left on the one way, thats when the boys in blue Got behing me with they lights and sirens 30 seconds of silence, then I unload the clip Pumpin' on pigs wit the hollow point tips So don't trip, I still gots to get my grip Rollin down the street, leavin em bleedin' by the scene Then a right, left then a right, to a chop shop Sold the bucket and a rock To a smoked out bitch in a '92 Ranger That's the way it is in the life of a gangsta Or a hustla, quick to dust ya I could lose an arm, and still murder 40 of ya Watch ya back when Blaze get his smirk on You could be the next muthafucka I go to work on (Chorus 4x to fade) I go to work everyday Baggin up yag Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about my paper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide 5 - Put It Down What up y'all? This Jed Thumpman Let me tell y'all a little story About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze Now everytime we roll up a joint Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze Man fuck Blaze This muthafucka act like he puttin' it down for the hood Talking bout everybody know Blaze, big baller I don't give a fuck Dead muthafucka don't get no special treatment from me Look at Sarie's son little Eric You know that muthafucka down to wear a wheelchair I hate that muthafucka And I don't show him no special treatment So Blaze can kiss my ass (Blaze) I put in work for my hood So fuck a 9 to 5 You can find me on the corner Hustlin' on the grind They call me Mr. Lump Lump So when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bump They come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream man Children I'm sorry but it's Blaze in the mini van Playin' Atari, and I gotta do a crime to loot and 8 ball Semi automatic with a clip for the law All I wanna do is make money and smoke Fuck hella bitches, and slang my dope The law ain't good for a muthafuckin thang But eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the way I been gone for more than a day, and some things changed So many died and some faded away I represent the ghetto from Harlem to Pinewood I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood (Chorus 2x) I put it down for the hood I ride for the hood And all my muthafuckas is up to no good Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck (Blaze) I've been dead to the world for the last 11 years My body's decomposing, I'm missin' part of my ear Still gonna rock till the day I die again Get up back from the dead, and ryde again Walk again, (talk thug shit, right) Empty mack clips, right Keep it old school, wanna see that bitch? (Uh huh) When it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps (Real Killers), jerry curls, and baseball bats Ready to die like (everyday) I put it down like a muthafucka, (everyday) I drink brew and smoke weed like, (everyday) And we all trying to get paid but (anyway) anyway Killas don't talk, but this one do Talk you out your wallet let the 45 blast you Twice in the chest, once in the face Plus the extra heater on the safe side in case Your bitch is wack well she can catch one too Cause if you're down with your hood Then your hood down with you (Chorus 2x) I put it down for the hood I ride for the hood And all my muthafuckas is up to no good Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck (Blaze) Psychopathic just like thugs (right) We ball, and we fight (right) And just like the freaks I come out every night (yup) Holdin' down the sidewalk Standin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon to be outlined in chalk Sippin' on a cold ass 40 of O-E Live from the D-E-T we O-G Pissy drunk always, we dead bumpin' Stay thug with the throw away in the trunk Bitch slapper, fuck a bitch rapper Bitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapter Bitch you don't know me, don't approach me Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homie G Blood imbedded in street blocks That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots Bullet holes in my chest, it's all good Man I even died for my hood, muthafucka I PUT IT DOWN (Chorus 2x) I put it down for the hood I ride for the hood And all my muthafuckas is up to no good Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck 6 - Shittalkaz featuring Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid (Jamie Madrox) Yo, this is serious shit right here Me and my boys, we don't fuck around You know what I'm sayin'? So if you diss me My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll with You know what? Y'all done fucked up Here go the shittalkin' (Monoxide Child) You's a bitch ass hoe (Yup) What you really know about killas for real though? (Nothin) Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics We the rebels for the dead (Uh huh) Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin' head (Bitch boy) Now ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a little Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital (Bitch ass nigga) Callin' me this, callin' me that Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap (That's right) With the old school beat down, 10 on 1 I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from (Look at yo' eye) Maniac and I'mma stand right where the bloodstain is at Hopin' you come back, nigga fuck that (Yup) I'm the poster child of death (That's right bitch) I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left I ain't havin' that so fuck you bitch Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit (Blaze) Man, I don't give a fuck how many records you sell Stories you tell, (bitch) nigga check yourself And fuck that bitch that you're with too When the shit go down, where the fuck your crew? (Hoe) Probably at home bumpin' someone else And when the shit went down they told you fuck yourself Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin' Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say something (Cuz you a hoe) Too many niggas wanna beat me up Steal my shit, slap my bitch You're like fuck this (Still a bitch) Now you know what it's like To deal with real killas that don't play, (JUGGALO) everyday Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get some? (C'mon Nigga) Seven video channels for my victims (Yeah!) I ain't havin' that fuck you bitch Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit (Jamie Madrox) We the things that go bump in the night We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit right (Whut?) Bitch, who you think you're fuckin' with? We keep this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it With the hatchet on the back While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and Similac (You'za biotch) We say fuck that, matter of fact You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough And all them skills don't mean shit when you get fucked up (Yeeah) So fuck your set, and fuck your crew And fuck every muthafucka around and down with you And you ain't puttin' nothin on the map Except for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap (You're still a bitch) And I ain't havin' that fuck you bitch And tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit (Shaggy 2 Dope) Hoe ass hoes, (trick) we stomp on hoes (bitch) How the fuck you gonna step to Dark Carnival Juggalos? Creators of the wicked, (HaHaHa) night breeders (WHOOO!) No little bitch faggots with blonde seizures So next time you see me in public (What?) You get a Faygo in your ass, and a jaw full of dick (BLAH!) You can keep your muthafuckin' TRL I stay with my army in the underground and stay real And burn down your little TV set (Whoo!) String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck (BLAH!) Cause that's how we do all day (What, YEAH!) Cross to the other side bitch you couldn't pay me (Nah!) We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked clowns (WOOP WOOP!) Heads are finna get chopped off, throats get slit Bout to take it way beyond talkin' shit (Violent J) Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included Knowin' goddamn well we the champs undisputed (Yay Yay) We don't need your radios and MTV Sellin' million, sayin' what the fuck we please **** who's coat you ridin' on? You gotta lick balls, and write him a song (He He) You got his dick buried so far up your ass It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that And 2pac tried to warn ya And there you are receiving the dick in California While you gettin' fucked on the West coast I'm at home fuckin' Kim **** Fuck all you faggot ass sell out hoes And fuck anybody denying Juggalos (Yeah!) Come to the underground and get bit (Whut?) Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!