Abk (anybody k**a) - Tools lyrics

[Verse 1: Anybody k**a] I wanna know where the f** are my down a** underground k**as 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, b**hes 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 k**a] Face facts, do the math You can try to relax but this k**a ain't like that Wait a minute, let me tell the truth I'm relaxed like a motherf**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 f** 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 s**as with two little stripes to attack Mothaf**as ain't sh**, I'm a soulja Drag bodies into coffins, by they b**h a** 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 b**h 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