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Juggalo Anthem
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics


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 bitch, Blaze

G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket
And beyond, recognize thug shit
Poundin' out the trunk bitch
Runnin' wit' a mother fuckin' hatchet
You haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G
B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead
Still don't give a fuck (give a fuck)
Sportin' all black kahkis with the mother fuckin' cuffs up
Smokin' Hella trees, tryin' to make a couple G's
So a thug can get back on his feet
Mean muggin', steady thuggin'
And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about fuckin'
Still loked out
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a phat ass ride
So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side

[Chorus: x4]
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch!

Bitches freeze, you ain't a thug or a G or a banga'
You's a studio gangsta
You aint about shit, scared to pull the trigga'
That's what we call, a real bitch nigga' (bitch nigga')
Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set
Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats

Check this out, I'm a check your chin
Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in
Dumpin' clips in yo ass is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville
Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed

[Chorus]

This is the battle for the planets
We bring the thunder, givin' half the advantage
Fuck a style and a status
Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal
And got the nerve to tell a mother fucker 'keep it real'
We see through y'all fools, like cellophane on the square pack
You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back
We don't give a fuck, east side for life
And if you aint got heart, don't expect to have your shit tight
There aint no room for the hoe-hearted
We give a fuck where you at, or who you wit', or how you got started
Fuck you and everybody in yo clique
If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic
I aint got time, to say no names
It's only eight rhymes, no holla', we been in the game
Besides fuck it, no speakin your name
You're just a bitch in the game
And y'all niggas gone' always be the same

[Chorus: x8]

Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: CHRIS ROULEAU, JAMIE MADROX, MICHAEL PUWAL, MICHAEL JOHN PUWAL

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WhoreToA Chainsaw

This is tight as hell.

Eye2EyeFamily

Shits dope homie. - TPG

Black and Depressed

WHOOP WHOOP

Alan Gabbard

Old schooling been listening to this album for yrs dam fine work blaze

Mike Spohn

Love this track at shows. The original version of the track is better though.

DarkHazard

Why, because of Violent J's fat ass ruining the intro? Literally the only difference.

Kayla Brenneman

whoop whoop

Spencer Bishop

Every year gets a like

David Yearry

Props to fam MFCL

Keith Riter

whoop whoop

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