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[Verse 1 - Anybody Killa]My teacher always said I wouldn`t be nothin`So I met him in the parking lot said "I`ma killer" and then I rushed himSometimes I feel like a nutRunnin` through the neighborhood, tearin` shit upStraight jackin` motherfuckers just to smoke a bluntSometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucksI hear voices tellin` me to do it (Do it)How would you act if you had to live through it?Turnin` back on the gat, and I stole me an ounceNow I`m addicted to the sound of a head gettin` whackedDo I smoke too much, cause I choke too much?Are you mad cause I keep stealin` your roaches broYo Mike P! (Yo what`s up?) Turn my headphones upRude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuffWeed`s fuckin` with my head, man I`m too damn highYo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!)Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up)Sandwich bag filled up like you ain`t got enoughAlways smoke with your road dogs, don`t be shyCause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supplyMe and J steady smokin` poundsSo at least have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!)Like you ain`t heard, man we flippin` the scriptsSo unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff[Verse 2 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie]When I pass it to you, bitch pass it backBitches don`t smoke for free, where the ass be at?B-L-A-Z-E, ABKAnd we got Esham and Violent JJuggalos outside in the parking lotBecause y`all know how we get sparked a lotGot the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twistAnd when we all get together we see diamond mist[Verse 3 - Violent J]I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)I like it cause it fuck with my headI stay weeded indeed, a killa need itI can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heatedNow who the fuck don`t like my flow?You ain`t heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman growHydro, in a good way it fuck with my headAnd without it you fucks would be deadI rhymed dead and head for the 17th timeWe double team rhymes, ABK and Violent JIf I loved Shaggy anymore I`d have to be gayIn Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they kneesNIA, Ninjas In Action we be deezI like cheese, I`m a serial pleezI bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like thatI get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like thatI`m fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhereMy homies call me Smokey The BearTell that pokey beware, don`t come near hereDon`t dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin` your hairI`m a Southwest gang bang gangsta boyZug Island, Del Ray I aint`s ta toyMy boy Nate`s the boy, my whole crew busts shotsUntil you out like quamay`s pokadotsI`m tryin` to smoke a litte somethin` for my dogs who smokeThey only cessed and stressed cause they all too brokeI`m like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody KillaBlowin` Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelasGhetto scrubs flippin` nubs at thugsWe drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin` dead bugs (Ew!)I`m tryin` to say anything that rhymesSo I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine[Hook - Blaze Ya Dead Homie] -x2Break it down and roll it up, smokin` blunts all nightHesitate to hit it too hard, the weed`s that tightSticky icky situations, dehydratedCottonmouth creepin`, the game got me faded[Verse 4 - Esham]I`m in the water with the sharks bleedin`That`s why I be a killa for no reason, speedin`My flows dope like OZ`s andCrush pounds and trees and, I`m all seasonVeteran, no one does it better than they (We)E and J, (Hey) ABKAnd that`s my man and them (What`s up?)And I always blow ganj with themDetroit playas too advanced for themWe buyin` out the bar, we don`t dance with themSo if you ever get a chance to glance at themBaby boy say holla back, answer himH-U-S-T-L-E-RYes, that`s what the hell we areSee, me and Blaze, wicked waysFull body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K`sI can walk on water, spit fire and iceChinese secrets, makin` wine from riceStill shoot dice, up against the wall so niceStill F-U-C-K the po-liceThink twice like the 3 blind miceBut don`t give me no adviceI shine like crystals in the jewelry heistAnd still pimp hoes like Heidi Floess

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