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(feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

[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 zero