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[Verse 1 - Anybody Killa]I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killasStraight cap peelasWalkin` the earth, been mean since birthTakin` every damn thing in sight that`s worthSomebody stabbin` you in the back, for a pebble of crackEastside, bitches like thatSometimes I feel that I can`t eat, can`t sleepPut me in a hole baby, 6 feet deepBetter yet, just leave me aloneI`ve survived this long with a microphoneRoamin` the streets, mean muggin` policeLeft hand on my nuts right grippin` a pieceSo now I feel that I owe it to y`allYou`re the reason that I`m here instead of dead and goneAnd don`t think that I`m here to stress you outI just wanna let you know what I`m about[Hook] -x2Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chainsThese are all the thangs that a G brangsTo your party, birthday, wedding, funeralStreets is crucial, competition zero[Verse 2 - Anybody Killa]Face facts, do the mathYou can try to relax but this killa ain`t like thatWait a minute, let me tell the truthI`m relaxed like a motherfucka, tomahawking a foolWalk away just keeping my coolLike I`m sneaking in line at a big venueNo traits, no motive, nobody, no clueYo Blaze, am I right? (WOOP WOOP!)That`s what the fuck I`ve been tryin` to sayMe and my whole damn family actin` murderous waysThat`s why we only gather once a yearBecause the world really can`t afford to disappearSo now we all break bread, never misledAnd the drama that I bring you will never forgetAnd the ones that`s down no matter where you`re atI`m just here to let you know that I got your back[Hook] -x2Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chainsThese are all the thangs that a G brangsTo your party, birthday, wedding, funeralStreets is crucial, competition zero[Verse 3 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie]I`m hard as the come, homie don`t be slippin` actin` dumbShove the pistol in your mouth, slightly quicker than someThe 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 taxedAnd waxed, some suckas with two little stripes to attackMothafuckas ain`t shit, I`m a souljaDrag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass shouldasMiddle name Murder, Colton Grundy the restYou see me packin` a gun in the vestNow do your best to stay alive, I ain`t never gonna dieEternal like the galaxy, who wanna try me?I tell you one more time for all the foes of mineAin`t no way, ain`t anybody gonna stop my shineDo the drive-bys bitch smackin` hoes and robberysI do it for the streets and the money so respect me[Hook] -x4Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chainsThese are all the thangs that a G brangsTo your party, birthday, wedding, funeralStreets is crucial, competition zero

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