Anybody Killa
Anybody Killa
Anybody Killa
Anybody Killa & Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Violent J & Esham
Anybody Killa
Anybody Killa & Paris (Rap) & Monoxide
Anybody Killa & Jamie Madrox
Anybody Killa
Anybody Killa & Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Anybody Killa
Anybody Killa
Anybody Killa & Shaggy 2 Dope
Anybody Killa & Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Anybody Killa & Violent J
Anybody Killa
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas (Yup!)
Straight cap peelas (Where you at?)
Walkin' the earth, been mean since birth
Takin' every damn thing in sight that's worth (Give me that!)
Somebody stabbin' you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside, bitches like that (Where ya at?)
Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep
Put me in a hole baby, 6 feet deep (Here ya go!)
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 (What's up?!)
So now I feel that I owe it to y'all
You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone (Thank y'all!)
And don't think that I'm here to stress you out
I just wanna let you know what I'm about (What?!)
[Hook: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the thangs that a chief brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the thangs that a chief brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
[Verse 2: Anybody Killa & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Face facts (What?), do the math (Come on!)
You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that (Hell naw)
Wait a minute, let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed like a motherfucker, 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? (Whoop whoop!)
That's what the fuck I've been tryin' to say
Me and my whole damn family actin' murderous ways (Pow!)
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 y'all at
I'm just here to let you know that I got your back (What?!)
[Hook: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the thangs that a chief brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero (Bring it on!)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains (Bring it on!)
These are all the thangs that a chief brings (Bring it on!)
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral (Bring it on!)
Streets is crucial, competition zero
[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa]
I'm hard as they 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' (What?)
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed
And waxed, some suckers with two little stripes to attack
Motherfuckers ain't shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch-ass shoulders
Middle name Murder (What?), Colton Grundy the rest (Yup!)
You see me pack a gun in the vest (What, uh!)
Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gon' die (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 (Nope, nope!)
Do the drive-bys bitch smackin' hoes and robberies
I do it for the streets and the money, so respect me! (What?!)
[Hook: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the thangs that a chief brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the thangs that a chief brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)
These are all the thangs that a chief brings (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)
Streets is crucial, competition zero (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)
These are all the thangs that a chief brings (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)
Streets is crucial, competition zero (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)
Tools was written by Anybody Killa & Blaze Ya Dead Homie.
Tools was produced by Fritz “The Cat” Vankosky.
Anybody Killa released Tools on Tue Apr 08 2003.