DFYANT - Blast on 'Em

Blast on 'em
Blast blast
Blast on 'em
Make it last make it last
You gotta
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
Running down the street
Someone's after me
Where's a fence that I can leap
Bare feet to concrete
Call my friend
I'm on my way
You got a place that I can stay
All the sudden I hear freeze
Turn left then I flee
Right down the alleyway
Hey copper not today
Helicopter's on the way
I really gotta get away
Find another wall I'm all
Jumping over and I fall
Mother fucker's not that tall
Probably got some little balls
Bought myself a little time
Bumped myself a little line
Damn I'm so fucking fine
That must be my fucking crime
Look around and I see shoes
Put them on and I see dude's
Climbing over the fence
Damn he must be dense
Make my way over there
Shove him on his derrière
Back over the barrier
Take off like a terrier
Keep an eye on the sky
Cautious of all that fly
Never am I terrified
Cause I am a scary guy
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
Blast on 'em
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
Homie back on the phone
Hey homie can I roll
I really need a place to stroll
We can smoke a little bowl
I'm right down the street
Make it real discreet
Now about in twenty feet
Knock knock and we greet
Hey dog how you been
Got a pookie we can spin
Got me a twenty twin
Feeling like a veteran
Blowing clouds of smoke
Life real ain't no joke
Pointless to ever hope
Any day we could croak
Anyway I'm on the run
I'm so high I'm feeling spun
By the way I need a gun
I really need a bigger one
Bigger than the cops
Drop them in one shot
Hit them in the spot
Blow they head off top
Thanks dog I'll get you back
And you know that's facts
Like it's automatic
Mad daps for a savage
Life lived should be lavish
I'm tiring of the average
I've got these bad habits
I'm off like a bandage
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
Blast on 'em
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
Made it a few blocks away
I smell trouble on the way
Red and blue break through the grey
Breaking the monotony
Cast all my doubts aside
I don't need a place to hide
I am ready for a fight
Can't lock me up
I'd rather die
Ghetto birds up in the sky
Trying to find me with it's light
Gun in hand lifted high
Aim at the pilot
And I fire
Squad cars hear the noise
Here comes real bad boys
I'm right here
And I'm poised
We've already made a choice
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
Blast on 'em
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
Blast blast
If you wanna last
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
If you wanna last
You gotta blast blast
Blast on 'em
Blast on 'em
Blast

Written by:
Merrill Grant

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