[Verse 1: Anybody Killa] I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas Straight cap peelas Walkin' the earth, been mean since birth Takin' every damn thing in sight that's worth Somebody stabbin' you in the back, for a pebble of crack Eastside, bitches like that Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep Put me in a hole baby, 6 feet deep Better yet, just leave me alone I've survived this long with a microphone Roamin' the streets, mean muggin' police Left hand on my nuts right grippin' a piece So now I feel that I owe it to y'all You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone And don't think that I'm here to stress you out I just wanna let you know what I'm about
[Hook x2] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a G brangs To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero
[Verse 2: Anybody Killa] Face facts, do the math You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that Wait a minute, let me tell the truth I'm relaxed like a motherfucka, tomahawking a fool Walk away just keeping my cool Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue Yo Blaze, am I right? (WOOP WOOP!) That's what the fuck I've been tryin' to say Me and my whole damn family actin' murderous ways That's why we only gather once a year Because the world really can't afford to disappear So now we all break bread, never misled And the drama that I bring you will never forget And the ones that's down no matter where you're at I'm just here to let you know that I got your back
[Hook x2] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a G brangs To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero
[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I'm hard as the come, homie don't be slippin' actin' dumb Shove the pistol in your mouth, slightly quicker than some The streets are talkin' I be listenin', hearin' Reppin' for my thugs who got nothin' to be fearin' Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed And waxed, some suckas with two little stripes to attack Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a soulja Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass shouldas Middle name Murder, Colton Grundy the rest You see me packin' a gun in the vest Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try me? I tell you one more time for all the foes of mine Ain't no way, ain't anybody gonna stop my shine Do the drive-bys bitch smackin' hoes and robberys I do it for the streets and the money so respect me
[Hook x4] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a G brangs To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zeroTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
