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j.a.f.u.d. (remix) - blaze ya dead homie & bukshot lyrics

[verse 1: blaze ya dead homie]
i woke up to a couple molotovs for breakfast
porch on fire, gonna be a f*cked up day, i’m guessin’ (day i’m guessin’)
lookin’ like somebody out here tryna teach a lesson (teach a lesson)
don’t they know a dead man can’t be k!lled? why am i stressin’? (why am i stressin’?)
happens all the time, stand in line, ain’t the first to try
ain’t gon’ be the last, think they feelin’ fine ’cause they blind
wanna see me gone and rotten, downfall they plottin’
everyday another scheme, no signs of stoppin’
feed me sh*lls like a seashore (seashore)
bullet holes in all my walls, yo, they f*ckin’ up my decor (decor)
and while i’m lyin’ in the rubble, i retort without delay
d*mn knew it’d be another f*cked up day

[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
[verse 2: bukshot]
woke up, baby momma talkin’ sh*t again (f*ckin’ b*tch)
dogs barkin’ upstairs at the garbageman (d*mn)
see a bunch of missed calls on my cell phone (ugh)
i can tell someone ’bout to catch some h*ll, homes (mhm)
check the mail, got a letter from the government
b*tch! i done did my time, you hoes on some other sh*t (man)
note posted on the front door, landlord
text from my ex, she keep callin’ me a manwh0re
assh0l*! whack rapper pr*ck wishin’ me dead (uh huh)
why you think i’m single, dawg? guess i’m just a d*ckhead (what it is)
check the time, i’m late to the studio
just another f*cked up day, peep the music, ho

[verse 3: monoxide]
it don’t matter, i don’t care if y’all are ready or not
me, buk, and blaze about to k!ll you like a heart when it stop
it’s like a meeting of the madness when the three of us rock
we leave you bleedin’ just for practice, leave you soaked like a mop
(soaked like a mop)
now everybody has some issues, yours with the spot
that i marked an x on the floor where your body had dropped
it’s f*cked up and i’m sure you never thought you’d get caught
but here we are face to face with all the pain that you brought
a dark day for me for sure and there’s no memory lost
i remember like yesterday and all the pain that you caused
and now it’s time to pay you back with my wickedest thoughts
and i got nothing left to say except this comes from the heart
[chorus: bukshot & blaze ya dead homie]
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)
it’s just another f*cked up day (day, day)

- blaze ya dead homie bukshot lyrics

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