Текст (слова) песни: Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Tools

[Verse 1 - Anybody Killa]
I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass 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, bitches 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 motherfucka, 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 fuck 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
Mothafuckas ain`t shit, I`m a soulja
Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass 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 bitch 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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Tools [Verse 1 - Anybody Killa] I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass 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, bitches 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 motherfucka, 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 fuck 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 Mothafuckas ain`t shit, I`m a soulja Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass 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 bitch 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Tools: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/10296.html Все тексты песен: Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie » Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Party at the Liquor Store » Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie - It Doesn`t Matta » Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Foo Dang » Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Tools Рекомендуем скачать: » с аккордами Смысловые галлюцинации - Когда ты умрешь » С.Ротару - Ночь » с аккордами Песни из кинофильмов - Ты неси меня река » с аккордами Аквариум, Борис Гребенщиков - Серебро господа моего » с аккордами Михаил Щербаков - Есть дамы » с аккордами Аркадий Лебедев - После грозы » с аккордами Белая гвардия - И никто не знает » с аккордами ДДТ, Юрий Шевчук - На небе вороны » с аккордами Танцы Минус - Диктофоны » Сергей Вальков - Быть странником » Сергей Матвеенко - Любовь была » с аккордами Чайф - Обе подруги » Сергей Вальков - Помолчи со мной, малыш, помолчи... » с аккордами Александр Башлачев - Ржавая вода » с аккордами Ляпис Трубецкой - Лайка » Светлана Филиппова - Разговор с корнетом » с аккордами Александр Башлачев - Зимняя сказка » Сергей Мирошниченко - Перевал » с аккордами Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Русское поле экспериментов » Сергей Каплан - Александр, Арсений, Андрей...
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