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blaze ya dead homie & bukshot - war story كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: bukshot]
been an old_school duckin’ from the cops
hidin’ from the law for buckin’ on the opps
bullets in the magazine, visions of a dead man
wanted dead or alive is what they said, man
a couple lone guns, billy the kid
doc holliday regulator, sl!cker, you win
yo we see what this is and who you rep is a b_tch
this a poker game, you bluffin’ and i’m takin’ your chips (gimme that sh_t!)
reppin’ juggalos, follow where the money goes
if they disrespect, leave ’em rockin’ bullet holes
two ogs runnin’ from the police
straight up out the morgue, uncle buk, i’m with the homie

[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
you want beef? well you can get your wish, you hear
good grief, guns will make you disappear
like sheesh, you gon’ miss your dinner here
like sheesh, nothing but some sinners here
this a story, a war story
you got big talk but nothing for me
this a story, a war story
runnin’ from the law, dog, they lookin’ for me

[verse 2: blaze ya dead homie]
they stay runnin’ they mouth (runnin’ they mouth)
bundled up real tight if i step in they house
we ain’t in it for clout (in it for clout)
me and buk ’bout bonanzas, go and drain the account
everything once yours is mine, that old chestnut
add it to the portfolio, stay blessed up
money market, stocks and bonds on the liquid dollar
leave no paper trails, there no one to follow
doin’ dirt for that work in the midst of the sunshine
graduated from blow to white_collar crime
but still i’m quick to go and do another unnecessary thing
another hole for your body to be buried

- blaze ya dead homie bukshot

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