(feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]

I wanna know where the $#&@ are my down $$# 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, (*##$es 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 mother$#&@a, 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 $#&@ 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

Motha$#&@as ain't %#@!, I'm a soulja
Drag bodies into coffins, by they (*##$ $$# 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 (*##$ 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