Abk (anybody k**a) - Close Call lyrics

[Verse 1] Right place, right time, close call, what does it matter? Clean get away, keepin' my dirty pockets fatter Smooth operation, plans well thought out Hands in the air is what I'm talkin about No doubt call me a warrior, I'm runnin' with a hatchet The one crazy native representin' Psychopathic Down for the D cause the D is where I struggle Underground, wicked sh**, MOTHAFACKO! [Hook x2] Do you want that native sh**? Yes we want that native sh** Do you want that crazy sh**? Yes we want that crazy sh** Do you want that wicked sh**? Yes we want that wicked sh** Do you run with a hatchet? Yes we run with a hatchet