Blockwork - Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Bukshot: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Bukshot

Blockwork

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Blockwork adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Mobstyle Music tarafından 30 Ekim 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıBlockwork Morgue

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümBlockwork Morgue

Çıkış Tarihi30 Ekim 2024

FirmaMobstyle Music

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM74

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Performer

Bukshot

Performer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Michael Summers

Michael Summers

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Thugs pushin' drugs, how the block work (Get it!)

Get bread twenty four seven, clockwork (Bang!)

On the block daily, on the job, pay me (Ugh!)

Still rockin' with that twelve gauge with that broken safety (Ha!)

Nothin' gon' change me and never will (Never will!)

They say The Predator is loose huntin' for a kill (Kill!)

Me and Buk on that block so you better take stock

Things we do for a mil', better guard your grill (Get it!)

Ain't no one really safe from suffering their fate

So when we in your face ain't no room for debate (Don't try that shit!)

Ain't nothin' stoppin' me from rippin' out your spinal cord

Throwin' it right up on the floor, welcome to the morgue (Welcome to the morgue!)

This is how the block work! This is how the block work!

Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork

Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out

Goons on the road so you better have your gun out

This is how the block work! This is how the block work!

Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork

Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out

Goons on the road so you better have your gun out

Wise man say "If it bleeds we can kill it"

Welcome to the morgue, we gon' cook you like a skillet

Wise man say "If it bleeds we can kill it"

Welcome to the morgue, we gon' cook you like a skillet

It's nothing, Gs in the street make the Glock squirt (Yeah!)

Gs gotta eat, how the block work (Come on!)

From the hood to the morgue, better call your lord (Uh oh!)

40 Cal and a sword 'bout to pull your cord (Goodnight!)

No parachute, landed in a pair of shoes

Makin' family members sick, drink Theraflu (Ugh!)

Me and Blaze holed up like Waco

Cutthroat, Slytherin, chop 'em with that Draco (Pop pop)

Ain't no riddle when fuckin' with The Shizzle (Nope!)

Play you like a fiddle, lock on you like a missile (Boom!)

This the end of all things, watch me absorb

Every ounce of energy you got, welcome to the morgue!

This is how the block work! This is how the block work!

Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork

Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out

Goons on the road so you better have your gun out

This is how the block work! This is how the block work!

Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork

Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out

Goons on the road so you better have your gun out

Written by: Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Bukshot

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