The Sleepwalkaz much like 2 Krazy Devils never really went anywhere and the group was forced to split up. Skrapz went on to do another project with the R.O.C and Blaze went on to hookup with Twiztid and form I.S.I. I.S.I never really did much, a few tracks were recorded by the group but when Violent J of the Insane Clown Posse approached Twiztid for a record deal on Psychopathic Records, they gladly took the offer. This was after the fact that I.S.I as recording artist were pretty much done with and basically had just become a crew of homeboys from the 7 Mile (Twiztid's old neighborhood).
Blaze kept doin his thing underground until Twiztid was able to offer him a solo career on Psychopathic. Blaze accepted and was soon on his way to underground stardom. He recorded his first self titled album on Psychopathic. Blaze has the sound of an old school hardcore ruthless street thug from the early 90's. Blaze's next album was his first length LP called "1 Less G In The Hood cuz i shot that guy in the face with an hatchet". This release was a little more experimental in Blaze's sound. Some guitar was thrown in the mix but all in all the album still stayed true to the "gangsta" image Blaze had created. After he released his 2nd album, he retired for about a year. He then came back into the business, becoming a member of the supergroup Dark Lotus and also recorded his third solo album 'Tha Undying' under his new name Colton Grundy.
Blaze and his label mate Anybody Killa are very close friends, and ABK has been Blaze's hypeman at numerous live shows. ABK and Blaze have since formed a group called Drive-By. Pony Down (Prelude) was released early October 2005. This album has extreme bass lines and has a slower old school sound.
Since ABK has left Psychopathic Records, it is yet to be seen what will happen with the project. As of the latest Gathering of the Juggalos (2006), it was officialy confirmed that Drive-By was 'dead'..
Discography
2 Krazie Devils
-Flipped Insanity (1996)
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
-Blaze Ya Dead Homie EP (2000)
-1 Less G N Da Hood (2001)
-Psychopathics from Outer Space 2 (2003)
-Colton Grundy: The Undying (2004)
-1 Less G N Da Hood : Deluxe G Edition (2006)
-Clockwork Grey (2007)
Drive-By
-Pony Down (2005)
Internet and Concert Singles
-Children of the Wasteland(2001)
-Foo Dang (2002)
-Dead Body Man (2002)
-Mama, I Ain't Changed (2004)
-Look Out (2006)
Dayz Of My Neighborhood
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics
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G's up hoe's down
I don't give a f**k if you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town
You need to bow down, out of respect or fear
I ain't asking, I'm demanding, make sure the message is clear
Hey now player, it's all right, stop speaking my name
Unless you're looking to fight
I ain't looking to battle rap, with you
(Chorus)
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the dayz of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
Do you remember when G's was real, like stainless steel?
Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat
Bitches nowadays, need to get sprayed
Tricks ain't on the game, and the ghetto serenade
My name keeps falling from out your mouth
Which causes me and my homies, to pull the heaters out
Find a bitch up in you, and we beat her out
Put the barrel in yo' mouth, pull the trigger, and we out
(Chorus)
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the dayz of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
"Damn the game's f**ked up
Rappers want to be actors
Actors want to be thugs
And some of ya'll thugs is falling in love
What's up, you need a hug?"
Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots
The game changed, ya'll got earnings by getting shot
People getting over, by sleeping with bitches on tracks
And others looking for them, so they labeled wack
And the media quick to jump on the nuts, of who's on top
They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop
It's some f**ked up shit, but it happens all the same
But tell me do you recall, or remember them dayz?
(Chorus)
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the dayz of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
(Repeats over)
You ain't thug!
The lyrics of "Dayz Of My Neighborhood" by Blaze Ya Dead Homie are an angry and aggressive commentary on the state of hip hop and the lack of respect and authenticity in the genre. The opening lines suggest that the rapper is not interested in the fame or status of others in the industry, but demands respect and support. The chorus reinforces this sentiment, as the artist rails against those who talk shit about him and others, warning them to stop or face the consequences. He is nostalgic for a time when thug life was real and genuine, reminiscing about a past era when gangsters carried guns and earned respect through violence.
The second verse of the song continues this theme, as the rapper bemoans the current state of the industry where people can become successful by simply sleeping with women or by having the right media connections. He is angry about the way that fame and respect are now earned, rather than being a product of hard work and dedication. The final lines of the song repeat the idea that the current generation of rappers and thugs are not really authentic, suggesting that they are not "thug" enough to earn respect.
Line by Line Meaning
G's up hoe's down
I am a gangster and I take no nonsense from anyone
I don't give a f**k if you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town
I don't care what your status is, you need to show me respect
You need to bow down, out of respect or fear
You need to show me reverence or be afraid of me
I ain't asking, I'm demanding, make sure the message is clear
I am not making a request, I am ordering you to follow my instructions
Hey now player, it's all right, stop speaking my name
Hey, don't keep using my name or else you will face the consequences
Unless you're looking to fight
If you're not looking for trouble, then stop talking about me
I'm looking to unload my gat, and bust a cap in you
I want to shoot you with my gun
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
These women never learn and keep running their mouth
Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get
I don't understand why men treat women poorly
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If you keep saying my name, you need to stop immediately
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
If you don't stop saying my name, I will shoot you
In the dayz of my neighborhood
I reminisce about the past in my old neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life
Do you recall when gangsters were authentic and being a thug was the way of life?
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
Time has passed and things have changed
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
All women still behave poorly, you are not a real gangster
Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat
They carry guns and will shoot you in the throat
Tricks ain't on the game, and the ghetto serenade
Women are not playing by the rules, they are playing their own game
My name keeps falling from out your mouth
You keep talking about me
Which causes me and my homies, to pull the heaters out
I become angry, and my friends and I retrieve our guns
Find a bitch up in you, and we beat her out
We will hurt you for talking about us
Put the barrel in yo' mouth, pull the trigger, and we out
We will put the gun in your mouth and then shoot, after which we will leave
Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots
In the past, respect came from using guns
The game changed, ya'll got earnings by getting shot
The situation is different now, people get money by being shot
People getting over, by sleeping with bitches on tracks
People are making money by coercing women into prostitution
And others looking for them, so they labeled wack
And other people are looking for prostitutes, which is considered uncool
And the media quick to jump on the nuts, of who's on top
The media is quick to praise those who are successful
They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop
The media will suddenly change their tune if someone calls you a failure
But tell me do you recall, or remember them dayz?
Do you remember the days of the past?
You ain't thug!
You are not a true gangster
Contributed by Jacob E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.