الأغاني:
Blaze Ya Dead Homie One Less G In The Hood

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

my hood don't be f**kin' around Ya gotta be a clique thick before the sun goes down You could get yo' life took Smart mouth, dirty looks By the product of the streets, hood G

't matter bout me It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead 'cause an axe just severed yo' head And

in the center! Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib then one of them hollered, 'Back to the grill!' They all followed one by one on my chest

thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him Blaze, and he came out from the back room Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom

killa, feindin' for the streets Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat All that change, now got maggots on my face I'm back from the dead to give yo ass a taste

and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in

nasty Blaze you nasty] That I'm Nasty [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [You nasty, You nasty] [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [you nasty Blaze

And it's the raw deal Keep ya hands low or watch ya cap get peeled Where ya gonna be when the phantom's floating after ya In the zone muthafucka! People running Dead men gunning Ya