Stick Ya Hands Up Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) (Blaze) I catch'em while they sleeping, always

Mr. Dead Folx Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me man you don't know me (Blaze) I was the first to put it down Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta

Roll It Up Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves Shakin, like ain't nobody

The Touch Of Death Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) The touch of death is coming, there's nowhere to escape Your life is slowly fading into your hollow grave You can not be saved You can not be saved (Blaze) There was once a man that couldn't die

Hey You Blaze Ya Dead Homie

That's right (What's up?)

If I Fall Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Ever since back when I was alive I always thought to myself what it would be like to die Today I'm more dead than a doornail Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell And if I ever fall short of the

Juggalo Anthem Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Insane Clown Posse (Violent J) Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) G's

Casket Blaze Ya Dead Homie

smack a couple bitches Runnin' mothafuckas for the rips and they riches Ain't shit changed but the month and year Broke mothafuckas scrounging for squares and beers Pigs scatter on the street when the dead

Bump This Shhh Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) Everybody got a song that they want you to hear Spittin' overload of emotion just to get in your ear Before I listen, you already know what you like You don't be falling for the flavor of the mainstream

Further From Truth Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know And casually throw it all right out the window

Climbing Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) "Look the history lessons over motherfuckas You still to learn one thing tho Man life is a ladder, keep climbing that motherfucker Even if there's like 52 thousand rungs Man don't ever hesitate

Etched Out Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(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

Shotgun Blaze Ya Dead Homie

, type mentality (Blaze) I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost I got an itchy trigger finger and I'm scratching like a DJ 15 shells

Out Tha Gate Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) Allow me to introduce myself I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch No need to excuse yourself A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk

Stick Up Da Band

Take a seat on tha flo I'm approachin the bank teller the bitch locked up the drawer Gimme the code to the savings put ya hands in the sky Ya keep shakin cause you know somebody bout to die!

Swarm Dark Lotus

(God Is Here) AHHHHH (God Is Here) Necronomicon is coming (God Is Here) EWWWWIEWWWDUDU (God Is Here) AHHHHHAUGH [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Mass Murdera (Yeah) Strangla (Yeah) Wig Splitta (Whut)

Dear Homie Ice T

[Hen-Gee] Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like?

Dear Homie Ice-T

[Hen-Gee] Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like?

Blaze Monoxide

Smoke something, let the edge be gone, And rewind the song, and homie, pass the bong Blaze Can you roll it up When the beats stop, roll it up Since back in the days I be blazin' up I wanna hear you say

Something Dark Lotus

I can't explain it So I just blame it all on my head Paranoid Shaking in closets when I'm done I think I'm hiding from the fact That I just slaughtered everyone [Jamie Madrox:] I wash my hands

Stick Up Afu Ra

up!)

With the Lotus Dark Lotus

gorilla press cars I rock write a Lotus on my chest made of red scars [Monoxide Child] With my Lotus We steal a sun and hide it in our pockets And leave your bleedin' world hidden in total darkness [Blaze

Play My Cards Kurupt

Soon as I park shit sparks Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation Spit sparks till shit's dark forever What's up, homie Why you walkin up on me?

Stick Up Kelis

up in the air, it's a stick up I’m gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up Put ur hands in the air, in the air, in the air I’m gonna play my cards from here And take this gamble sure My

He's Dead Scarface

VERSE 1 You can run but you can't hide, I find ya Just when you think the shit is over, I'm standin right behind ya You crossed the wrong muthafucka, now you paranoid Cause I'm a nigga these niggas just

Stick To Ya Gunz Kool G Rap

fit in The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes We'll bust open your head like avocadoes Heavy artillery in my facility For you snake

Blaze! Bryn(브린)

My body on fire burning bright i see bruise color black dark But its bright Flame all over body looks bright ice ice ice all my friends on fire get ya ass right be my lover baby 그럼 내가 식을까 그래 너의

Shy Ronnie 2 - Ronnie & Clyde (Feat. Rihanna) The Lonely Island

Yeaahh, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay We at it again, everybody now Hands in the air, its a stick up, stick up no funny business or you get lit up, lit up You test I (I), you gon\' die (die) And at your

Dead Man Alessia Cara

If you're really there Then why can I walk right through ya?

Back Up Off The Wall Brand Nubian

Yeah, Brand Nu' comin' through Long Island, Harlem World, all out, all out Let's talk abou tit What, yeah, now put ya hands up Uh, what, now put ya hands up Put ya hands up Now get ya back up off

Full Effect (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Young Gunz) Freeway

Turn this up, fucks ya problem? This is real shit, homie In the booth with the four-fifth Only two clips, so the other clip Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!)

Shy Ronnie 2: Ronnie & Clyde (feat. Rihanna) The Lonely Island(더 론리 아일랜드)

Rihanna) - The Lonely Island(더 론리 아일랜드) Yeaahh, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay We at it again, everybody now Hands in the air, its a stick up, stick up no funny business or you get lit up, lit up You test

Blaze Wit Ya`ll Kool G Rap

We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all [Jinx] Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y'all [Kool] You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y'all [Jinx] You wanna show out, spend money for days wit

Blaze Of Glory Featuring Pharrell & Ab-Liva

[Pharrell] Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin

Blaze Of Glory Neptunes

[Pharrell] Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin

Stick And Move Anybody Killa

Mop up the floor with that bullshit Cause I'mma stick and move I'mma stick and move anybody Do anything to get what I need To take care of me and mine Stick and move, outta the way Duck ya head, time to

Stick And Move ABK

get these fools [Chorus] Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Left to right Stick and move Stick and move Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up Stick and move Stick and move

Sticky Icky Situation ABK

Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff Lyrics [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back Bitches don't smoke for

John Blaze Fat Joe

chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter I'm even better than before, iller metaphors Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead

Run 4 Your Life MC Eiht

Eyes roll back when I hit the spliff (shit) Throwin' dead bodies off the side of a clip, uh Get my kicks outta killin' with a dirty gat (right) Execution style, can you picture that?

Lighter! (Album Version (Explicit)) Kardinal Offishall

front page but it ain't no scandal People dead!

Ya Neden's Haunted ABK

Up in the club Eastside, hoo ride, true juggalo scrub They know me up in valet parkin' They know me don't be parkin' there cause they chargin' Where the fuck these bitches at?

dance or dead (Explicit Ver.) Knock2, MILLI

cause I'm about to back it up Two things that I only gotta say to ya If you don't wanna dance then put your hands up, hands up Ass so tight that you're gonna have to write me up Okay, okay Watch out cause

Kill Me ABK

stoppin me Bulletproof preventin you from poppin me Unless your targets on my face Don't think to call yourself a G Cause me and my heater don't like no Set trippin hoes buggin hard in my warzone Crack ya

YA YA Beyonce

them hands together We clappin' We drummin' (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Oh, oh, ya-ya-ya (Oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Oh, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

Stick N Move Dayton Family

(Bootleg) Part 2, 19 muthafuckin 96, Bootleg tha muthafuckin' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna Stick N Move & bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6 My memories get haunted by events in tha past

Hand's Up Corey

all my gurl in the party (dont stop) all my homies if ya feel me (dont stop) dj if ya wit me (dont stop) if ya like it like i like it (then get ya hands up) i came to rock a party (get ya hands up) im

4 Alarm Blaze M.O.P.

hill Where guns pop and cops get killed This is the place where paranoya Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers We're losin' it Four fives and knives we be movin' wit Caught up

4 Alarm Blaze Jay-Z

hill Where guns pop and cops get killed This is the place where paranoya Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers We're losin' it Four fives and knives we be movin' wit Caught up

Why My Homie? Silkk The Shocker

strapped with a chrome gat Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back It was sad, my homie took a damn fall Sort of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls" But