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Walking trails, soaked by our tears
Traveling miles and miles from home Blood still stains the ground we walked Soaking into the roots of trees Giving strength to mother earth This land is not their land Head held high above the torment Tousands die in wars Murdered, killed, and slaughtered Hear the hearts of our lost warriors Beating to the pounding drum This ground was once ours Now a wasteland of destruction Polluting the waters we drink Polluting the air we breathe Forced in the corner suffocating Outcasts grouping for the next to ride Through a smoke filled remonition Tellers of the future speaking of the new beginning One warrior will rise to defend against this place A killa of anybody, who goes against you and I Thousands of souls giving him power Anybody kills until the future is fulfilled Through darkness light shines under the rain from the diamonds Showering upon the same roots Roots that we shared with blood Let those roots bring the tree The tree that brings truth to this beginning |
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[ABK: ]
Right Place, Right Time, Close Call, What Does It Matta? Clean get away keeping my dirty pockets fatter Smooth operation plans well thought out Hands in the air is what I'm talking about No doubt call me a warrior, running with a hatchet, The one crazy native representing Psychopathic Down for the D cause the D is where I struggle Underground, wicked shit Motha Fackooo! [Chorus:](2x) Do you want that native shit? (Yes we want that native shit!) Do you want that crazy shit? (Yes we want that crazy shit!) Do you want that wickid shit? (Yes we want that wickid shit!) "Twenty thousand hardcore members, fourty thousand county affiliates, and twenty thousand more not organized, but ready to fight, sixty thousand soldiers. Now they ain't but twenty thousand police in the whole town, can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT!?? Do you run with the hatchet? (Yes we run with the hatchet!) LYRICS BY: Billy Decker |
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| 3. |
| 2:13 |
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<i>[Anybody Killa]</i>
You betta kill me or you die 40 sippin bullets fillin the sky When Anybody Killa ride, ain't no stoppin me Bulletproof preventin you from poppin me Unless your targets on my face Don't think to call yourself a G Cause me and my heater don't like no Set trippin hoes buggin hard in my warzone Crack ya dome to the skull, blame it on the alcohol Mixed it with the tylenol, and peel ya body off the wall <i>[Chorus: x2]</i> You betta kill me or you die I was put here to kill people That's the reason that i'm alive <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> Bitch, I'll kill you for ya necklace And drag your ass behind my ride around the hood On some "I'm just bein senseless" And flash the brights at the cops like "Fuck y'all" Keep ya bitches on your toes, better duck y'all 3 bullets enter into the automobile Now ones coughin blood and the other hug the steering wheel Now I'm peelin out down the alleyway ABK is a killa and this killa don't play <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> Say I'm a dead man, bitch that's my homie Blaze And we been chokin motherfuckers since the old days See it's somethin about chokin a motherfucker out That makes you wanna scream and shout and rip his mothafuckin soul out Stab you in the side with a machete blade And watch the blood trickle down like Black Cherry Kool-Aid Cause I don't want you livin, and plus this killa high So if you steppin, betta kill me or you fuckin die <i>[Chorus x4]</i> |
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| 4:04 |
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[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothin' So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him Sometimes I feel like a nut Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks I hear voices tellin' me to do it (Do it) How would you act if you had to live through it? Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much? Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!) Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up) Sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply Me and J steady smokin' pounds So at least have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!) Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff Lyrics [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back Bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at? B-L-A-Z-E, ABK And we got Esham and Violent J Juggalos outside in the parking lot Because y'all know how we get sparked a lot Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist And when we all get together we see diamond mist [Verse 3: Violent J] I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!) I like it cause it fuck with my head I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated Now who the fuck don't like my flow? You ain't heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head And without it you fucks would be dead I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez I like cheese, I'm a serial pleez I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere My homies call me Smokey The Bear Tell that pokey beware, don't come near here Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair I'm a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy Zug Island, Del Ray I aint's ta toy My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots Until you out like quamay's pokadots I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke They only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas Ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!) I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine [Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Break it down and roll it up, smokin' blunts all night Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight Sticky icky situations, dehydrated Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded [Verse 4: Esham] I'm in the water with the sharks bleedin' That's why I be a killa for no reason, speedin' My flows dope like OZ's and Crush pounds and trees and, I'm all season Veteran, no one does it better than they (We) E and J, (Hey) ABK And that's my man and them (What's up?) And I always blow ganj with them Detroit playas too advanced for them We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them So if you ever get a chance to glance at them Baby boy say holla back, answer him H-U-S-T-L-E-R Yes, that's what the hell we are See, me and Blaze, wicked ways Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K's I can walk on water, spit fire and ice Chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice Still shoot dice, up against the wall so nice Still F-U-C-K the po-lice Think twice like the 3 blind mice But don't give me no advice I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist And still pimp hoes like Heidi Floess |
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| 5. |
| 3:38 |
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Motherfucker!
Get away from here While you still have the chance Go, run, aghhhh <i>[Verse 1]</i> BLAAAAM!!! Up in the club Eastside, hoo ride, true juggalo scrub They know me up in valet parkin' They know me don't be parkin' there cause they chargin' Where the fuck these bitches at? I be the Anybody Killa with the gitchy sack I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke, FUCK DAT! Snake skin Hatchet Gear with the alphabet hat, biatch I'm ready, bring all these hoes Sick of hood rats at party sto's Everybody knows, I'm headin' downtown At the Shelter, St. Andrews, underground I want a gothic bitch, outta noir leather To come and fuck this thug when I'm on the tether I'm like, Cinderella cause I'm on the clock So I'm askin' for the pussy right up on the spot I'm like.. <i>[Skit]</i> What up you little freaky gothic bitch? You ever fucked a juggalo killa before? (Look, I have a haunted neden) SHIT! It's all in the good, I got a haunted dick piece Besides, it's rainin' diamonds, I ain't scurred! <i>[Verse 2]</i> Haunted, schmaunted You know I like the wicked shit you ain't gotta flaunt it Let's head to your crib, you can jibber-jab We'll head upstairs and I'll give it a stab She took her panties off and the door shut behind me Oh yeah, her neden's haunted, don't remind me Her panties were scary though, I will admit With the tag reading WoolWorth's 1986 I almost needed a crowbar, a hammer and a pile driver Just to get my fuckin' nub up inside her She had bush for acres, unexplored terrain By the time I finished cuttin' it it grew out again (Damn!) Bend her legs back and used a wood chipper Shaved the first half down and quickly flipped her Ok, now spread your legs, ahhhhhhh vampire bat! Wicked rat, bitch you got a haunted ass! <i>[Hook]</i> (Ya neden's haunted) You got parasites and poltergeists (Ya neden's haunted) With that demon neden, you ain't right (Ya neden's haunted) You been fuckin' Frankenstein and them (Ya neden's haunted) Bitch go get that shit an exorcism <i>[Verse 3]</i> Bats flyin' out of her puss, so what? My dead homie Blaze be doin' that with his butt I'm still fuckin her (you got a jimmy?) Do I got one? I'm rockin' a Lumbee indian witch doctor condom I can hump a land mine wearin' that shit It might blow my ass up but wouldn't scratch my dick Shit I challenge your ghost, I got ghosts of my own So bitch open that portal I'll walk in and bring that shit home Fuckin' this bitch was like fuckin' Anna Nicole Smith Just a fat dumbass silly fuckin' dumb bitch Nothin' more, nothin' less I pulled the snappy off and I aimed for her chest The only ghost she had right about then Was some mysterious white orbs I left on her chin That night I'm sleepin', givin' the dick rest When it fuckin' came alive, my shit was possessed! Yo nuts, we want yo nuts We'll itch and scratch and bite yo nuts Yo nuts, we want yo nuts Please oh, please fuck dirty butts Yo nuts, we want yo nuts (Some of that old school) We'll itch and scratch and bite yo nuts (Some of that 'Master) Yo nuts, we want yo nuts Please oh, please fuck dirty butts <i>[Hook]</i> (Ya neden's haunted) You got parasites and poltergeists (Ya neden's haunted) With that demon neden, you ain't right (Ya neden's haunted) You been fuckin' Frankenstein and them (Ya neden's haunted) Bitch go get that shit an exorcism (Ya neden's haunted) Bitch go get that shit an exorcism (Ya neden's haunted) Bitch go get that shit an exorcism (Ya neden's haunted) You been fuckin' Frankenstein and them (Ya neden's haunted) Bitch go get that shit an exorcism |
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| 4:03 |
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<i>[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]</i>
They call me ghetto neighbor, I don't give a fuck Sounds bumpin' all night, steadily wakin' you up Homies bangin' on the door because I'm slangin' the tree 24 hour weed spot, buy two, get one free Every week another piece of property gettin' stolen Check it in you little buster watch your eye get swollen Neighborhood bad ass, I think the whole block hates me Ready to freeze psycho motherfucker actin' crazy Ever since the young age of 13 Same house, different neighbors and they all blame me For all them cars that got stolen, the windows that got broken A handful of jewelry that the cops caught me holdin' (Psyche) I've never been caught for a run that I commited I've never seen a fat ass lick and didn't hit it All the murders that they claimin' I ain't stressin' that shit Cause if you got the evidence then come convict me bitch <i>[Hook]</i> Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (WE NEIGHBORS Y'ALL!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (I BRINGS THE DRAMA!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) <i>[Verse 2: Monoxide]</i> Cars and stray dogs always fuckin' up my grass And everytime you see me comin' you know I'm about to ask Where your 5 at? I'm buyin' weed in 10 sacks And fuck a bitch at Burger King just to get some free snacks Standin' on my porch in a robe I got some top tens with no shoe strings, I'm out cold And the gold, hope it ain't nothin' my eye catch I'm runnin' pockets like a campaign rep it's gettin' snatched Dice game on the side of the crib I'm shootin' dollar in this motherfucker, who else in? And the cops got a problem with me, who knows why? Prolly cause I got a couple tagged cars in my driveway I keep it ghetto like the whitest of trash Sellin' food stamps for cash just to get up on the fat pad So when you see me on your block watch your back Cause Monoxide will lay a motherfucker out flat <i>[Hook]</i> Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (WE NEIGHBORS Y'ALL!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (I BRINGS THE DRAMA!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) <i>[Verse 3: Paris]</i> Who's that nigga slash Nasdaq sponsored ass? Soldier devils never love, fuckin' up your country club Bailin' through the gates, raisin' hatred in they eyes why Try to calculate when niggaz make it when I ride by Though you can't stand seein' any non-European Havin' things, what a shame niggaz come, then you fleein' But we won't, goodies too, take advantage, better school Bigger plots, acre lots, pushin' Benz and sellin' stocks Guess who comin' to dinner in your area? Know you hate to share it, I love it when I'm scarin' the Bitches in my neighborhood, I'm brutal on your whole committee Never seemed to see how niggaz comin' from the city pretty But we rollin', foldin' the cash holdin', bitch I'm showin' out Keep my bidness out yo mouth Clowin' all them racist holes, juggalos know a devil should Roughest on my cul de sac, there go the neighborhood <i>[Hook]</i> Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (WE NEIGHBORS Y'ALL!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (I BRINGS THE DRAMA!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> That's right motherfucker! Psychopathic is your (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) My man Paris and all that gorilla funk is your (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) Monox Boogie settin' it straight cause you know he my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) So now that we neighbors throw up yo motherfuckin' hood! (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) <i>[Hook]</i> Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (WE NEIGHBORS Y'ALL!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (I BRINGS THE DRAMA!) Would you be my, could you be my Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!) |
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| 3:42 |
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<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Where you at motherfucker heard you been talking shit But everytime I come around it's like you seem to forget Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip In other words you'll be a dead little punk ass bitch I won't forget you every time I'm pissing over your grave Or when I'm slanging payote in hoods that you once claimed Learn about the tribe you're dissing cause we all ain't the same Tomahawk steady swinging as I'm dancing for rain So come and play with me, at least until the sky turns grey Shooting off my arrows like AK's Amazing situations, four colors of man, represent the wicked nations Underground street level, running this course Keeping you shady bitches scared to come up off your porch So come and hang with me, unless you blaming me Because the native hydro keeps changing me <i>[Chorus]</i> Come and play with me (even if it means your death) Though you hated me (my tomahawk swings right to left) You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath) Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest) <i>[Verse 2]</i> Warriors, come out and play Roaches I spray, I'm ABK I'd rather be dead than fade away All my life I been a scrub, I wouldn't change a day What I'm saying quit playing I'm a tell you how it's slaying See me in the streets psychopathic chain just swaying Anybody Killa so it ain't no delaying Dead body six feet in the groud decaying When I come I'll rub the serial numbers from my gun out The tribal war paint on my face will make you run out Bust shots in the sky and shoot the sun out An keep us in the clip until every last run out Erasing all the drama that this world brings Moon light shine bright on shattered dreams Keep away from a killer with a god damn fiend Get your own fucking bullshit scheme <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]</i> Twiztid Madrox and the ABK Buying automatic weapons from renegades in Bombei Fuck Alize and a fake ass bitch We the sharks in the water, y'all popcorn shrimps So you can eat my cocktail sauce and ass Throwing east in the air when we walk past think fast You can be a hater with a lot to say But you're talking from the door so come out and play <i>[Chorus: Repeat x 2]</i> Come and play with me (even if it means your death) Though you hated me (my butcher knife swings right to left) You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath) Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest) These hatchet men up on our chests <i>[until fade out]</i> |
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| 5:24 |
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<i>[Verse 1]</i>
If you ever started hating me, how would you act? Like you never fuckin knew me and you ain't got my back If you ever started hating me, what would you do? Try and stab me in the back when I'm just passin through If you ever started hating me, fuck it that's it Let it be known that you're a hater and you're just full of shit If you ever started hating me, then catch your stone Underground is better livin then your mainstream home If you ever started hating me, then take it to the streets Detroit, Eastside 7 mile is where we'll meet If you ever started hating me, then watch your back You'd be surprised what hood rats would do for crack If you ever started hating me, then keep your distance Why the fuck would you want to be up in my business? If you ever started hating me, it's not my fault You just probably never liked me from the start mother fucker <i>[Hook]</i> I say fuck you! and offer no apologies For my mythologies I be just how I be And I be wicked too, so fuck your family If they damin' me, and don't try bannin' me This hatchet fam insanity, how can it be uncaninly? <i>[Verse 2]</i> If you ever started hating me, then don't come around Cuz I don't think you're gonna like it if I'm beatin you down Pistol whippin mother fuckers for the shit that they say Like my names the only reason that I act this way If you ever started hating me, then hold your breath Cuz it just might be the last thing that you have left Grabbin on to your life movin closer to death Cuz juggalos are gettin fed up with the shit that you spread If you ever started hating me, then bitch fuck you If it's that way mother fucker then I hate you too Tell your family eat a dick I hope they whole crew dies And they never fuckin make it up to Shangri-La If you ever started hating me, then rest in peace Cuz all the enemies I have are pretty much deceased Dedicated to the dark cuz their soul was never wanted So now I pray that their afterlife is fuckin hard <i>[Hook]</i> I say fuck you! and offer no apologies For my mythologies I be just how I be And I be wicked too, so fuck your family If they damin' me, and don't try bannin' me This hatchet fam insanity, how can it be uncaninly? <i>[Verse 3]</i> I can't help what I feel when I write so I'ma tell it And I hope to all the haters that this shit is spreadin The only reason there's haters is cuz they feel left out No life, no home cuz juggalos shut 'em out So now they hide behind computers actin hard when they soft I swear to god I hope they're fingers fall off I can't stand em, to tell the truth I just don't need them around So when I see ya I'ma teach ya how to get smacked down If you ever started hating me, just fall off the earth Because the soul your body carries really has no worth Understand the situation homie hate me or not Or it's the ? that you hate that's why your stomache's in knots Always feeling left out cuz you don't fit in So now you spread around this hate and still act like a friend But time will only tell how much your hatred grows That's why we always screamin fuck a juggaho <i>[Hook]</i> I say fuck you! and offer no apologies For my mythologies I be just how I be And I be wicked too, so fuck your family If they damin' me, and don't try bannin' me This hatchet fam insanity, how can it be uncannily? |
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| 2:49 |
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<i>[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]</i>
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 <i>[Hook x2]</i> Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a G brangs To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero <i>[Verse 2: Anybody Killa]</i> 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 <i>[Hook x2]</i> Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a G brangs To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero <i>[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]</i> 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 <i>[Hook x4]</i> 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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| 3:54 |
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<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray my dreams don't slowly creep Caught up in a web with no escape Something the mind can't break unless you wide awake Have you ever had a nightmare, and been scared? Then woke up in the morning and forgot it was there Then the shit really happens like deja-vu But you sit back and act like you never knew The same situation happened in my life And I feel that I sould tell it cause the timing is right Now the only reason that I'm speakin' is cause I'm teachin' Thinkin' if I let it out my head'll stop tweakin' Mixed emotions caused from stress That reunite when you lay your head down to rest It's like creatures of the night leavin nothing but bad news And things about the future that might make you confused <i>[Verse 2]</i> I remember way back in the day At the age of 13 before moms passed away The dreams that I had people said weren't right Like the evilness of afterlife lurkin' in the night Candlelight blew out, bed stops shakin' Down on my knees prayin', askin' to be taken To another life where it's safer than this Not a dream but reality I hope for this wish But it never came true so I'm stuck in this place Just a native actin' crazy that keeps changin' his face Searchin' for the final answer so I can spread the word Now that you really see me I'm just askin' to be heard We all in this together, so they call us night crawlers Think the world's feelin' weary because we gettin' smarter Silohettes in the hallway, dead men holla Can't sleep at night cause the spirits won't allow ya <i>[Blaze Ya Dead Homie Talking]</i> You know bein' dead I remember thinkin' death would be horrible and terrifying Shit, I mean that's what everybody thinks But now, having died and shit I can now see everything Like every question the living have, I now know the answers to It's like I'm awake now, and living was just a dream <i>[Verse 3]</i> Call me the dream catcher, mother earth smoker Peyote pack piece pipes hallucinatin' toker Blessed with the wisdom that you see in my eyes Don't be surprised if you ever think you caught up inside Like the awakaning of life, or the passion of death That keeps you jumpin' up in shivers from ice cold breath Now you swear you're being followed everytime that you rest Or you feel sharp pains drillin' deep in your chest I don't expect anyone to believe if they don't want to But don't expect yourself to rest in peace when spirits haunt you Make your choice people dream it or not It's time to look into the situation we got Pinpoint the whole problem, get rid of all the anger Release all the stress before the world becomes a stranger Medicine man above your headboard with a dream catcher In the blood of the boogie man the warrior'll protect ya |
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| 11. |
| 4:29 |
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<i>[Intro: Syn]</i>
Two seperate worlds, opposites Yet alike in so many many ways Both of these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other The war of good versus evil, which is which, you decide Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end And that special magical little item is that of which we call The hollow tip bullet <i>[Verse 1]</i> Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa Dark Carnival psychopathic wig spiltta (Anybody) Move and change it's time to rearrange So love a dinosaur that you can't tame I bring pain, what you think I'm playin a game? Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim Fuck a balla, I represent the 313 With tech nines and green tree it's a luxury That's how it is and I ain't changin for shit Walk the earth mean muggin, waitin for someone to trip I'm sick and tired of fuckin waitin for you wannabe thugs to quit That's why I keep it underground and drop the killa shit For juggalos that keep it real non-stop Keep away from juggahos unitl I load up my glock Cuz in Detroit we got mother fuckin problems And all the gun play that you hear is my homies tryin to solve them <i>[Hook x2]</i> You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) <i>[Verse 2]</i> I got a brand new tech that I'm dyin to use Play games with this killa and you destined to loose Mental stress, keepin me alive Sniffin lines of gunpowder to start off the night Curbside gangbanger with some mark ass bitches Gun smoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches I'm just an average individual, street slangin convict Pocket full of bullets ready to use 'em up quick You ask my name (ABK), you know the game ain't changed Labeled as a killa bustin caps all the same As any other mother fucker with a piece and little bit of attitude Runnin through the streets actin rude So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus And continue with the magic that I practice with the lotus Psychopathic and I'm down for life And anyone who disagree let these hollowpoints change your mind <i>[Hook x2]</i> You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) <i>[Verse 3]</i> I feel the urge to murder, there's no need to cure me Civilized under the light, at night I'm filled with fury Is it true that the people who you hang with rub off? Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off? Imagine everytime you woke up, you was gettin choked up And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up The type of shit that most people call unreal But it's the thing that makes you feel the way to deal is just to kill Crazy ballistic cause my head is untrained With the empty fuckin wallet so there's so much to gain If I appeal to you do you think I keep it real with you? Turn your back and let my hollowpoints drill in you What type of person do you think that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you Cuz the ones that gettin shot are the ones that deserve to <i>[Hook x2]</i> You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) |
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| 12. |
| 3:01 |
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<i>[Whispers]</i>
If you don't know now you know, if you don't know now you now <i>[Verse 1]</i> First off, let me speak There's some crazy motherfuckers I've been dying to teach About the ways of the underground How it spins round and round by adding those terrifying sounds Make your way from the East to the West And the North and the South Juggalos hear me out You wanna know about me well it's time for me to tell ya But it's nothing familiar Known on the streets as ABK Busting caps at the strays with a rusty ass throw away If you scared turn the lights on I can see your heart steady pounding so I bet it won't last long Pack the weed in the bong take a hit And reminisce about some bullshit That's how it is when you're out of control A little something that I thought you should know <i>[Chorus]</i> Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us (What) Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us (Come On) Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us (Yeah) Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us <i>[Verse 2]</i> Did you learn a little bit From the rhymes that I spit If not well it goes like this I'm crazy, fucked in the brain People say that I'm going insane Because the life that I chose underneath the concrete Deep with a dead sleep in a killer's beat Away from the sun cause it hurts my eyes Like a vampire only come around at night Brand new fuck you Blood sweat and tears now it's time for me to break through Been such an outcast in so many ways Now it's time to clear my head and make you all amazed Words that I speak leave your ears infected No need for bodyguards I'm your own protection There's only two things that I need My juggalo family and a bag from JD <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Bridge x14]</i> Do you know <i>[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]</i> Me and ABK we be like (Hold up man, you got too many cases on your hands) Besides if I told you then I'd have to choke you Chop and cut you, strangle and smoke you Too much dirt that I can't speak on it You think you know you dont know I put my kids on it If it makes you think go ahead light a joint Cause you dont know, that's the point <i>[Chorus fade out]</i> |
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| 13. |
| 4:04 |
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<i>[Chorus: x2]</i>
Why you tryin to play me, foo dang? (Foo Dang) Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang Teeth bang on the streets servin heads all night Some of us just ain't livin right <i>[Blaze]</i> I know this stupid bitch who think she know me She even wanna call me Blaze Her Dead Homie Bitch keep ya mouth shut cause ya foo dang Couldn't hold my balls, couldn't hold my wang Stank hoes wanna see me in the grave But I'm quick to slap a trick wit a 12 gauge You know you was speakin my name, playin games And sayin things you know he's actin like something changed But I know you are reppin your fancy car Little money, foo dangin at the tittie bar (Bitch!) 7 dicks shoved in her box nightly, is she fucking? (Is she fuckin?) For the right price she might me Stank hoe, I never paid for ass So take a stray cat, and shove it in ya flat ass Get up out my face wit that foo dang drama Where she learn that shit? Man she get it from her mama <i>[Some guy]</i> I say Foo, you say Dang Foo (Fuck You!!) Dang (Fuck You!!) Someone say fa sho, yea I'm in the house Yea I'm in the house <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> I foo dang on the daily, go ahead and call me shady Bad boy on the streets, startin static since the '80s So why you gotta front? Try and play me like a punk If you keep talkin shit, you gon' end up in my trunk Jackin beats from bustas, we foo dang like that Robbin hoes for they gold then trade it in for a sack Don't even think for a second that we high class 40 drinkin freaks with some dank and a nice ass ? identity with some eastside conflict Bitches make me sick if they don't foo dang dick Keep it real and I'll try to keep it real back Try to trip in over all the bodies that I shot wit the gat Hunt you down wit my automobile, roll down the window slow Then punch you right in the throat Type of shit that most people call a little fucked But it's simple and plain, we foo dang, so don't front <i>[Some guy]</i> Yo Killa, this Tadpole I got ya number from this bitch I know I was the guy followin you home from the signin ?? Yo man why you ain't pull over? I ain't no houndog or nothin but I just <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Blaze]</i> Foo dang is what I call a hoe without a pistol Walkin all alone (There she go) and if I see you it's on I'm callin out old janky bitches wit no heart Dogs with no bite that wanna bark Reppin gold is like a crip wearin red in my hood And I'll slap ya wit a bat like a G should (Beeitch!!) Bitch, check yourself into the crackhead clinic You can't get no ? bringin a bag wit bottles in it <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> Foo dangin wit a hatchet, come and get ya ass kicked If you bring a bottle then I really wanna smash it Sellin weed filled wit stems and seeds Same shit for $550 but you askin a G Now that's the kinda shit that makes a mind go crazy 2 packs of 'Ports a day and I just can't take it I swear if 1 more hero tries to flex in my face I'll go foo dang around the globe and make the whole world change <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 14. |
| 4:50 |
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<i>[Violent J]</i> Gangsta?
<i>[Anybody Killa]</i> Now if you got yo hat tilted to tha side And you always down to jack a bitch for her ride Or the colors that you rep make others upset Then you might be.. GANG RELATED! (Aint nothin' wrong) <i>[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]</i> Never once been seen alone ever since you can remember you was fully grown Slangin' rocks on tha block with a knot in ya sock then you might be.. GANG RELATED! Murder rap notches all in your belt robbery and sellin' trees the only jobs that you held been to more damn funerals than the reverend himself then you might be.. GANG RELATED! In and out tha penitentiary with no thought of graduation or a fuckin' degree still clockin' "G"s from what you learned on tha streets then you might be.. GANG RELATED! (Aint nothin' wrong) <i>[Chorus: x2]</i> You might be.. (What!? what!?) You might be gang related! <i>[Verse 2: Violent J]</i> Do you wear a hatchetman? You in a gang and yo ass better be ready to do that thang You rep tha JRB and you will never switch (JRB?) Juggalo Rydas Bitch! Did you beat your girlfriends who dissed your boys Did your crew's name originate in Illinois? Do you cross your enemies out with a "K" Then you gang related to muthafucka like Violent J <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> I'm always asked if I'm gang related by police and the public and I'm startin' to hate it If I wasn't already that would sure make me think About the problems that I have and what I'd do to be free Besides gang related's such a harsh word for them to call a bunch of homies takin' over tha world Willin' to die for everything that we built the battleground we call turf where haters come to be killed <i>[Chorus x4]</i> <i>[Violent J]</i> Do you participate in gang related activities? 03's, 211's, 187's? If you do that's okay, fuck we all do I'm only tryin' to say you gang related too bitch! Take Anybody Killa I know him but I wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw him He's fuckin' crazy as hell you wouldn't know Right now he's chewin' holes in the floor here at the studio I don't even want to do this But he asked me to and I'm scared of his pistol-whips We're all sick in the hatchet's hatchery but I just happen to be the master bitch-slappery The bottom line, I won't say it again until you play it again If you're gang related hope you're my friend 'Cause if I see you wearin' some shit I don't like I'm shuttin' your cranium down with a lead pipe <i>[Chorus x4]</i> <i>[Shaggy 2 Dope]</i> Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! You know what man? You just might be! In spite of your own knowledge of 'em A gangsta, gangobodacious, smacksimus Maximum boogie woogie ryda AKA gang related You dilapidated muthafucko! <i>[Chorus continuously]</i> You might be... You might be gang related! (Aint nothin' wrong) <i>[Violent J]</i> You fuckin' gangbangulator! |
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| 15. |
| 4:13 |
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<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Somewhere out on that horizon Out beyond the neon lights I know there must be somethin' better But there's nowhere else in sight It's survival in the city When you live from day to day City streets don't have much pity When you're down, that's where you'll stay <i>[Chorus]</i> In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city I know there must be somethin' better (far away from the neon sky) I know there must be somethin' better (far away from the city lights) I know there must be somethin' better (far away from the neon sky) I know there must be somethin' better (I need a blunt so I can get high) <i>[Verse 2]</i> I was born here in the city With my back against the wall Nothing grows, and life ain't very pretty No one's there to catch you when you fall Somewhere out on that horizon Far away from the neon sky I know there must be somethin' better And I can't stay another night <i>[Chorus]</i> In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city I know there must be somethin' better (far away from the neon sky) I know there must be somethin' better (far away from the city lights) I know there must be somethin' better (far away from the neon sky) I know there must be somethin' better (I need a blunt so I can get high) |
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