Dayz Of My Neighborhood Lyrics - Singles - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) 

G's up hoe's down 

I don't give a fuck 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 

I'm looking to unload my gat, and bust a cap in 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 fucked 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 fucked 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!