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abk anybody killa - tools lyrics

tools
(feat. blaze ya dead homie)

[verse 1: anybody killa]
i wanna know where the f-ck are my down -ss underground killas
straight cap peelas
walkin’ the earth, been mean since birth
takin’ every d-mn thing in sight that’s worth
somebody stabbin’ you in the back, for a pebble of crack
eastside, b-tches 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, compet-tion 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 motherf-cka, tomahawking a fool
walk away just keeping my cool
like i’m sneaking in line at a big venue
no traits, no motive, n-body, no clue
yo blaze, am i right? (woop woop!)
that’s what the f-ck i’ve been tryin’ to say
me and my whole d-mn 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, compet-tion 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
mothaf-ckas ain’t sh-t, i’m a soulja
drag bodies into coffins, by they b-tch -ss 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 b-tch 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, compet-tion zero

- abk anybody killa lyrics

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