Anybody Killa - Tools Lyrics
I wanna know where the ***** are my down ass underground killasStraight cap peelasWalking the earth, been mean since birthTaking every damn thing in sight that's worthSomebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crackEastside *****es 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 microphoneRoaming the streets, mean mugging policeLeft hand on my nuts right gripping a pieceSo now I feel that I owe it to ya'llYou'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(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chainsThese are all the things that a G bringsTo your party, birthday, wedding, funeralStreets is crucial, competition zeroFace 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 motha*****a 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 ***** I've been trying to sayMe and my whole damn family acting 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(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chainsThese are all the things that a G bringsTo your party, birthday, wedding, funeralStreets is crucial, competition zero(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)I'm bored as the come, homie don't be slipping acting dumbShove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than someThe streets are talking I be listening, hearingRepping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearingAsk me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't askSome suckas with two little stripes to attackMotha*****as ain't shit, I'm a soldierDrag bodies into coffins by they ***** ass shouldersMiddle name Murda, Colton Grundy the restYou see me packing 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 right I foze for mineAin't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shineDo the drivebys ***** smacking hoes and robberiesI do it for the streets and the money, show respect(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chainsThese are all the things that a G bringsTo your party, birthday, wedding, funeralStreets is crucial, competition zero
