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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[Repeat x2]</i>
Do I really wanna see so clear even though I know bad things might appear Tell me that it's not a waste of time To ride around and stare up here to try and clear my mind I was asked this question, not too far back "Did you ever think that you would be where you at?" Small child, state of mind, knew I would plus the sound of the drum from the wind felt good Place and time, though, it chose me gave a scrub mad love, now we all family No backs, never, I won't turn don't act like my soul ain't concerned about, if you like me, if you hate me, when I die, will they take me someone tell me if I see you all another day Like I never would be flippin' the script with these livewire lips that ignite with spit <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm writing this as if it was my last Thank you for the memories and times we had (2 Whom This May Concern) 2 Whom This May Concern (2 Whom This May Concern) Remember me as if I never went away Because I see you all another day (2 Whom This May Concern) 2 Whom This May Concern (2 Whom This May Concern) What I'm ah..bout to say, some might hate some might feel, that I'm keepin' it real if I...drop the steel, and grab the axe cut down trees just to clear a path Try to show ya'll wrong from right a down state of mind means too uptight Think positive, better opportunities Red, yellow, black, and white, muhfuckin' unity You ain't foolin' me, Ain't nobody schoolin' me Graduated from the streets of Ghetto University Most people can't deal with this so quick to grab a pistol cause they too damn pissed <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm writing this as if it was my last Thank you for the memories and times we had (2 Whom This May Concern) 2 Whom This May Concern (2 Whom This May Concern) Remember me as if I never went away Because I see you all another day (2 Whom This May Concern) 2 Whom This May Concern (2 Whom This May Concern) Dirty History, it's all the same ain' no livin' soul gonna take the blame For all the suicidal things I did all the pain that was caused to acheive a wish Suffering, body recovering Struggling, when things start bubbling Can't wash away what's not seen guess we all gotta little dirty history Eeeny meeny miney moe made this killa mad now we outta control Don't know which way to go time to pick up the pace and let the whole world know <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> I'm writing this as if it was my last Thank you for the memories and times we had (2 Whom This May Concern) 2 Whom This May Concern (2 Whom This May Concern) Remember me as if I never went away Because I see you all another day (2 Whom This May Concern) 2 Whom This May Concern (2 Whom This May Concern) |
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from ABK - Road Fools (Bonus Cd) (2005)
<i>[Shaggy 2 Dope:]</i>
Right Here Is All for you <i>[Chorus:]</i> (This is) This is all for you All for you (All for you) This all for you All for you (This is all) This all for you All for you (All for you) This all you All for you As my fools keep rollin' I'mma keep strollin' Shraight to your neighborhood Sippin' on my 40's Screamin ??Oh, lordy??br>Times in my life I could 1 mile, 2 mile, 3 mile, 4 Smokin' blunts in the window Bangin' with some hoes Man, ya'll can't know Ain't no room for your folks I'm yo Ghetto Neighbor Representing for sure When I'm rollin' with Killa I grip the RV There's a nation around the world I'm back to the D As I slip into character Ain't no need to front All alone in the closet Man, smokin' a blunt We are the Road Fools This is how we roll Fridgerator full of beer And fat sacks to smoke Going place to place I mean state to state Barbeque's in the parking lot Fix me a plate <i>[Chorus:]</i> (This is) This is all for you All for you (All for you) This all for you All for you (This is all) This all for you All for you (All for you) This all you All for you <i>[x2:]</i> This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll Doin', doin', Doin' it all for you 6 in the morning Tour bus truck stopped Pushin' eggs, some showers, Some lizards in the locks Head, hell yeah The fuck you talkin' about Road fools heading out No doubt My name is shittalka I love to talk shit This is all for you Ain't no need to get pissed All the poor to the people that's feelin' my groove I talk a lot of shit Cuz you a mother fuckin' Road Fool! <i>[Chorus:]</i> (This is) This is all for you All for you (All for you) This all for you All for you (This is all) This all for you All for you (All for you) This all you All for you See you at the instore tours and more Or the mall while I'm buying dress shoes for court Representin' my family worldwide Because we all stand together with pride (Much luv!) See you at the instore tours and more Or the mall while I'm buying dress shoes for court Representin' my family worldwide Because we all stand together with pride (Much luv!) <i>[Chorus:]</i> (This is) This is all for you All for you (All for you) This all for you All for you (This is all) This all for you All for you (All for you) This all you All for you |
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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
Tell me what the fuck's goin' on ya'll??
We're droppin' bombs up in this bitch!! Tell me what's goin' on!? Ya'll better recognize Psychopathic DROPPIN' BOMBS!!! I will always keep my shit, underneath the surface Because the way I flow, the mainstream don't deserve this I'm set out to break backs on tracks, and scratch on all records that you spin on wax I'm a crazy motherfucker with pride And I got enough wisdom to keep my soul alive So grab a mic and lemme see if it shine Cause it's time to make this whole world mine, all mine Everytime I see these people They always just stop and stare Like I don't belong in this place So they say that it's not fair I can't understand this drama That the earth brings down on me So let me take you through my mind Look in my eyes, follow me <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> Tell me What's going on and drop these bombs on you I'm gonna tell you why I'm droppin' bombs Because I'm sick and fuckin' tired of seeing fire alarms Little explosions, marshmallows roasting Soft motherfuckers standing on the stage boasting Now don't expect me to just walk away Because I've been told ya'll that I'm here to stay I'ma still keep flowing, from coast to coast And I'ma still keep smoking weed with juggalos I'ma still bust caps, at all these hoes And I'mma drop me a bomb off, at every show That's how it is, so just grab your bow Because it's time to represent and watch these warriors grow I can't understand this drama That the Earth brings down on me So let me take you through my mind Look in my eyes, follow me <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> Tell me What's going on and drop these bombs on you |
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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
What's with the self-inflicted pain? (I can't help it!) How come everytime I see you around you act strange? (I can't help it!) Why do you trip at the sight of a hater? (I can't help it!) And then slit they throat with a rusty ass razor? (I can't help it!) As I sit back and think 'bout what to do next I start to reminisce about my life and shit Like how I came from the streets Was raised by the streets That's why I give love and I'll die for the streets I really can't help how I feel And I can give two fucks to know how to deal With the pain and anger, stress, emotions I just roll a blunt, light it up and start smokin' Sometimes I feel like I'm losin' it And start blastin' at phones and shit That's why I'm fully equipped with the hollowtip, so bitches don't slip I can't help all the things I do (I can't help it!) I gotta feelin' neither can you (I can't help it!) <i>[Chorus]</i> What's with the self-inflicted pain? (I can't help it!) How come everytime I see you around you act strange? (I can't help it!) Why do you trip at the sight of a hater? (I can't help it!) And then slit they throat with a rusty ass razor? (I can't help it!) I can't help if I'm crazy, or just insane I can't help if the words I speak cause pain Ya gotta..keep ya cool, and say (I CAN'T HELP IT!) Rearrange, time will change (FUCK IT!!) Deal with it, face ya'self I can't help if my mind's taking o-over Brace ya'self, there's no time left my soul is gettin' clooo-ser Stay away if you can't stand the heat Cause when the mike's off, I'm corruptin' the streets Brown paper bag wrapped around my drink Eyes wide open, I can't help to blink Why do you talk that way? Say all those things you say Those rumors you create, I bet you can't help it <i>[Chorus]</i> What's with the self-inflicted pain? (I can't help it!) How come everytime I see you around you act strange? (I can't help it!) Why do you trip at the sight of a hater? (I can't help it!) And then slit they throat with a rusty ass razor? (I can't help it!) I said I couldn't help it, so leave me alone Why you askin'? Quit harrassin'! Too paranoid to pick up the phone Home alone all day dustin' off the chrome What am I supposed to do? When everytime I turn around I got to deal with fools It's like I gotta bend all the rules to try to take what's mine even if I lose Why you never make it to work on time? (I can't help it!) Why you smoke all the weed if you knew it was mine? (I can't help it!) Why you always start shit right before you leave? (I can't help it!) I guess fuckin' up comes naturally? <i>[Chorus]</i> What's with the self-inflicted pain? (I can't help it!) How come everytime I see you around you act strange? (I can't help it!) Why do you trip at the sight of a hater? (I can't help it!) And then slit they throat with a rusty ass razor? (I can't help it!) <i>[Repeat x2]</i> It's ain't my fault that I was raised this way Never meant to cause you pain Only thing that I could say is I apologize!!! |
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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[First Chorus]</i>
Charlie Brown, please, don't come around Because your weed is doodoo brown and it smells like the ground You're still my homie (but no more bammer) But with that weed you don't know me When I inhale this, the staleness creeps up on me I love weed, especially when it gets me gaspin' Coughin' up a lung from that passion Graspin' onto life with every hit that I take When I'm high, is the only time I feel awake Roll it up, bags on reserve is what I deserve No joke I gots to smoke cause it calms my nerves And if Charlie was around I guarantee a tragedy From his dirt, brown weed means head starts to hurt Call me a high on, red eyed zombie smelling like oak with a twist of pine tree And fuck Smokey, my names Big Inhale And I'm known to take it down to the tail, You know what I mean? Resi-res build up on my fingernail Clam baked inside the soundproof Lotus Pod cell Lettin' out, when I'm blessed to give So, pass it back and let me get another hit Big Smoker <i>[Second Chorus]</i> Charlie, Charlie Your weed is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm) You must have grown it in a dusty safari I just can't smoke that no mo' Even though I'm broke and I'm po' I smell that shit in your bag, I choke and run for the do' Don't hate you, Charlie And homie, you still my boy Just keep that junk on your spot (Don't bring it 'round here) And homie, you still my boy Cause that I can't never handle I need to be high So stay the fuck off my block and don't come back on my side Charlie, Charlie (Charlie Brown) You just ain't fresh anymore Because I like to be lifted Your shit grounds me to the floor Don't make me deck you, Charlie (Bitch) Don't come 'round with that Don't nobody want to hit that Ya'll bustas need to quit that Charlie, Charlie |
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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
[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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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[Anybody Killa]</i>
How ya doin'? It's me again! Underneath the concrete Sewage of the underworld, where the fuckin' dead sleep Creepin' and crawlin' with the stench of a rat Hear me when I'm comin' but ya don't know where I'm at Never seen in the daylight, only in the nighttime Huntin' for me something that can increase my lifeline I see it all, dead bodies and such Ghetto gators goin' crazy when they haven't had they lunch The more I kill, the bigger they get It's like two Hannibal cannibals and one biscuit Who's to blame that my parents hated me And put me in the sewer cause they knew I couldn't reach Seems like I was there for years Before I grew a little bigger and I gave em both a scare Now I'm addicted to payin' people back Sittin' underneath the sewer caps and waitin' for you to pass <i>[Chorus]</i> Down here There ain't no light, Might not be alright Down here In these sewers and pipes It's always night Down here There's no sunlight I'm feelin' Down here Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin' Appealin' <i>[Violent J]</i> Sometimes the tunnels get so small I have to army crawl My way through Can you relate to that? I can see up ladies skirts on their way to work Just for a second I see they booty and neden Tell 'em Killa <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> Come and visit us I know it's somewhere that you wanna be Gettin' dirty life of no luxury Even though this road is so swervy This place is still home to me <i>[Chorus]</i> Down here There ain't no light, Might not be alright Down here In these sewers and pipes It's always night Down here There's no sunlight I'm feelin' Down here Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin' Appealin' <i>[Violent J]</i> It's always nighttime In the pipelines I sit in the sewage waistdeep and write rhymes I know these sewers And which ones are the newest And which ones be some underground transit movers We like Swamp Thing, down here, damn near They throw homeless people in, stab 'em, cook 'em right there I can dive, roll, somersault, tunnel crawl, spring I been bitten by so many fuckin' rats it ain't a thing I love this, I crawl through your housepipes I'm hiding in your shower nozzle pissin' on your wife People down here are hungry, they eat muthafuckas Everybody's alone, they always eatin' each other I came crawlin' out the toilet, into somebody's john I walked out and the family started screamin', it was on I ran for the fridge and grabbed everything I could And then dove in through the kitchen sink and back to tha hood I met a hooker down here, ya think they bad up there This bitch ain't even have a neden left anywhere Just a big hole with nothing in the middle Her ugly ass titties had a rat hangin' and chewin' off of each nipple Runnin' through the dark maze, I know my way I know no days, only glowing rays Beaming through the sewer hole lids of the streets Certain parts, but them parts certainly ain't for me <i>[Chorus]</i> Down here There ain't no light, Might not be alright Down here In these sewers and pipes It's always night Down here There's no sunlight I'm feelin' Down here Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin' Appealin' <i>[Repeat 4x]</i> There's no sunlight There's no sunlight Down Here |
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from ABK - Road Fools (Bonus Cd) (2005)
As these words are turning I keep thinking this will never end.
At times I get lonely and I need someone to confide in. Always under pressure and I never take time to relax. Sometimes I just wish I could collapse. But then I'd miss you. Why do I feel this way? Someone help me, someone tell me. Why do I feel this way? Or is it all just built in my head? Why do I feel this way? Someone help me, someone tell me. Why do I feel this way? Or is it all just built in my head? I try to focus and just handle things that come my way. Don't let shit get to me 'cause there will always be another day. Maintain my emotions if I don't then I'll be sure to fall. And I'll be damned to let myself desaulve. So you better get used to me. Why do I feel this way? Someone help me, someone tell me. Why do I feel this way? Or is it all just built in my head? Why do I feel this way? Someone help me, someone tell me. Why do I feel this way? Or is it all just built in my head? These nights are getting shorter, this ride is seeming longer. When will it end? Even though I really don't want it to. These nights are getting shorter, this ride is seeming longer. When will it end? Even though I really don't want it to. These nights are getting shorter, this ride is seeming longer. When will it end? Even though I really don't want it to. These night are getting shorter, this ride is seeming longer. When will it end? Even though I really don't want it to. Why do I feel this way? Someone help me, someone tell me. Why do I feel this way? Or is it all just built in my head? Why do I feel this way? Someone help me, someone tell me. Why do I feel this way? Or is it all just built in my head? Why do I feel this way? Someone help me, someone tell me. Why do I feel this way? Or is it all just built in my head? Why do I feel this way? Someone help me, someone tell me. Why do I feel this way? Or is it all just built in my head? Or is it all just built in my head <i>[x4]</i> |
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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
Diiiiirrrrrrrty!!
My gat sounds nice One Leave your whole damn neighborhood stunned You better run I'm comin' at ya Duck, bob, and weave as these bullets fly past ya Man I'm crazy Puffin' on a green leaf Pointin' my heat Straight get off on bein' the street I'm puttin' One little Two little Three little holes in the back of ya dome You shoulda stayed home D-Town born and raised Drinkin' on a porch Beatin' down on strays Broke as f**k and always hungry Clothes on my back be dirty laundry (Chorus 2x) Just give me a f**kin beat Just give me a f**kin beat Those who grip a mic are known as teachers I'm dusty like a ashtray I don't give a shit Got a clean ass piece though With a full clip and a small axe underneath the passenger seat Ready to swing it Best believe I'mma bring it Who you think ya messin' with, don't trip I'm a warrior Scalpin' all those who ain't standin on the same side When its all about to go down Fightin' with the enemy Puttin' them in the ground I bring that old school basement sound When all I had was a forty-five weighin' me down Little redskin homey in the hood Big pimpin' Ghetto fabulous in the booth bullshittin' (Chorus 2x) Just give me a f**kin beat Just give me a f**kin beat Those who grip a mic are known as teachers "Yeah man, my girl supposed to be comin' through dog and uh, she might just have a little hunny for you." "Hey man" "What?" "Is it always like this in your motherf**kin' neighborhood, dog?" "What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog." "What the f**k man....." "Lets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog." "Go to the f**kin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother f**ker?!" "Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!" "F**k that, I ain't goin to no mother f**kin, f**k that where the basement at?" "Oh man....." |
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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
Hey ya'll
Come over here, check this out And gimme a minute of your time, but don't doubt Anything that I tell ya'll, listen up closely It's something ghostly, my ancestors told me Way back before we walked the earth It was so much cleaner cause it wasn't disturbed But there was still hatred and strugglin' for our color Cause if you had nothing you were bound to smother And I don't know why, cause helping hands should be a must It was written on the manuscript, in the book you trust Unless it's all just a way to get us arguin' Believe what you feel, even if it's a life of sin <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> Hey ya'll Everybody gotta watch they back We alone, so watch your back Hey ya'll Everybody gotta walk in they own path But at the end, you can't go back Ever since there's been a jail cell Murder's been committed Thou shalt not kill, and who's the one sinnin'? At the end of all of this, will they be judged? Punished for the life they took with no grudge Nowadays, things sure ain't changed There's a whole lot of states allowed to fry your brains That's cause lately we just burn it away Let them build they own prisons where their ass can stay It's a wonder how we let things happen I ain't special But I enjoy takin' it to another level Bad choices lead to a terrible afterlife So, just learn your wrongs from right <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> Hey ya'll Everybody gotta watch they back We alone, so watch your back Hey ya'll Everybody gotta walk in they own path But at the end, you can't go back Hey ya'll I don't mean to get ya thinkin' about Things that's gonna get ya down and out There just things I had to get up off my chest Cause I'm trying to relax and just do my best I don't wanna take a situation, and turn it upside down I just feel this world's fuckin' around I mean, who am I to judge? I just, I was raised to be strong enough Hey ya'll Do you understand what I'm saying? Hey ya'll My ancestors got me down on my knees prayin' Hey ya'll They keep tellin' me to spread the word Hey ya'll Cause when they come their gonna test what you have learned <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> Hey ya'll Everybody gotta watch they back We alone, so watch your back Hey ya'll Everybody gotta walk in they own path But at the end, you can't go back Hey ya'll Hey ya'll! Retaliation, what now bitch!! |
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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
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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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
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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from ABK - Road Fools (Bonus Cd) (2005)
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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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
High school reunion wouldn't show my face I was always looked at a little different And I got blamed for everything, even if I ain't do the shit It was hectic, a total fuckin' nightmare A room full of preps, and one thug with braided hair Runnin' through the halls screamin' "Fuck all ya'll!" Brass knuckle punch jackin' all jock's jaws Insane in the cranium, people always starin' Pointin' at me, laughin' close enough so I can hear 'em Until the day that I got my revenge When they found one student stabbed to death with a pen Whole school goin' through some emotional stress Gotta half day off cause of that bullshit Let me take another victim see if I can get a whole day Remember that bitch Lisa? They just found her in the hallway I ain't playin' no more, stop laughin' 'Cause all that chit-chattin' as got this killa crackin' Teacher's pet, bullethole in ya chest Whole football team damn near layed to rest Half the students missin', and no one knows shit They haven't got a clue that it was all me, bitch Higher education learn a little something ya'self Who's next to be got, not too many left I'm so glad this year's almost over And maybe next year, before they laugh, they'll look over the shoulder New students comin' in, I'mma still be in the same grade Murder after murder all the way until I graduate Crazy killa, crazy killa's what they call me No evidence, but I'm still the number one suspect Never once was invited to a party And if I ever was, all I'd do is bring bloodshed <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> They don't like me They don't want me Ever since I got here They treated me strange They got me going crazy Ain't nobody feelin' my pain Shed no more tears So many years, my head's been clear But now I understand to make all those around fear <i>[Repeat 25x until end, through all the chaotic sounds]</i> They're all gonna laugh at you! |
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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[Repeat 3x]</i>
Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Neva Stay up off it! <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> Quit frontin' Actin' like I don't know what you up to I see right through you So what you gonna do? Never will you step a foot around me again 'Cause hangin' with you I can't win Some of the people in this world is some straight up hoes Brown nose, I suppose, that's how it goes But I sit back watchin', clockin' dollars With a smirk on my face waitin' for you to holla So I can say nevehoe, nope, what you thinkin'? All up in my face, tryna thug, breath stinkin' You can get the barrel from my homey, Shaggy's shotgun All up in your face in case ya wanna taste a hot one I got no love for them marks Punks, hoes, snitches Grown ass bitches So stay away and don't come to close 'Cause you never know who may wanna come and slit ya throat <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> Nevehoe You ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe Nevehoe Stay up off it! <i>[Shaggy 2 Dope]</i> I can't stand a muthafucka like you When my pockets in mind, I don't care what you into I got too many mouths to feeds from kids to mothers My wife and brothers and too many others See I'm being tryin' to speak on while you sit back and see me as a jar of Grey Poupon I should'a just stuck my dick in your mouth Gave your eyes chocolate donuts and bounced the fuck out I go home and meditate with some sage Tryna brush off these forked tongues like back in the day But your new name is vittle fingers 'Cause your a bank account raper tryin' to steal my dinners Just another undercover crackhead It comes down to you ain't rapin' me again Nevehoe, bitch, for now and nevermore Just get your hands out my cookie jar you fuckin' whore <i>[Chorus 4x]</i> Nevehoe You ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe Nevehoe Stay up off it! <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> Nevehoe, not no mo' 'Cause all your true colors are startin' to show Greedy ass, hand in the cookie jar Tryna get a fistful but it's just too hard Let me catch you again, I thought I said never Tryna take what's mine but you ain't that clever Runnin' with a hatchet Psychopathic We don't stop, so you gets no cream of our crop <i>[Shaggy 2 Dope]</i> Twelve years in this game, for what? So you can a bank teller out my butt, BITCH! Now fuck that, it's time for some chokin' Crackin' those legs open, 'cause your drunk and smokin' Spittin' out babies like your spit your game Shitloads of money in fifteen minutes of fame Nevehoe, no, I ain't the one I don't pack one, but I do got a gun <i>[Chorus 4x]</i> Nevehoe You ain't gettin' shit Nevehoe Nevehoe Stay up off it! What, what..? Bring that shit in bitch, what?!.. (Stay up off it!) Man, don't even touch my weed, dog I will bust that lip..(Stay up off it!) Don't, don't, don't...you ain't gettin' no ride, fuck you, you ain't got no gas money (Stay up off it!) Naw, hoe don't even fuckin' worry about my bank account bitch! (Stay up off it!) |
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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! Oh no muthafucka, suck up that lip! Beause I'm back in this bitch and I'm ready to trip! So I hope u never doubted me, cause here I am Packed in ya eardrum, like a can of Spam And I wouldn't give a damn if u hated me now Because my family hears me out and bumps this shit out loud You can call us psycho, crazy, insane, with no one to blame So we just sit in the rain Waitin for the right day to get what we deserve Like respect from the cops on the curb at the concert Nice titties, my oh my, but when that tear gas fire You better close your eyes Every time a new adventure, punch a horse in the face Smoke a blunt blunt in the forest while you piss in the lake Situations fucked up, fun and foul But it's a whole new year so try and stop me now <i>[Chorus]</i> Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! Do you believe in what you do? Don't stop, don't let no one hold you Back from what you really wanna do Besides in this life all you got is you Keep your mind clear (Keep your mind clear) Don't let go...go...go... So emotional Believe me...I know!! <i>[Chorus]</i> Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! You can't hold me back, because I'm comin' full throttle Hand on my hatchet, who wanna see a head bobble? I see my streets, like it's a native warfield And I'm the only red-skin left, standing with no shield So I started to chop cause I can't stop Its looking too peaceful up there on the top So I'm, doing everything that I must Even if I gotta bust on the ones I can't trust Ain't nothing hold me back! Ain't nothing stopping me from takin whats mine! (You Can't Stop Me! You Can't Stop Me! You Can't Stop Me!) Ain't nothing hold me back! Ain't nothing stopping me from takin whats mine! (You Can't Stop Me! You Can't Stop Me! You Can't Stop Me!) <i>[Chorus repeats until end]</i> Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! Oh no! Oh, oh oh oh no! Ain't nothin holdin me back now, holding me back now! |
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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[Anybody Killa]</i>
There's a party goin' on, who's comin' with? To kill the rest of that warm 40, and grab ya shit I hope you got some money, cause I ain't got your back Especially how cheap you was on the chronic sack There's a party at the liqour store, don't be claimin' broke Actin' like a cold 40 ain't good on the throat Who you think that you foolin'? Cause it sure ain't me Should'a borrowed five dollars from your old lady Is there anybody's cup as empty as mine? Pile into the Hoo-ride, seats recline Stop at the weedspot, order up another This is how we do it, MUTHAFUCKA CD burned full of old school tracks On the corner of the party store shootin' some craps If this is something that you normally see then you probably live close to me <i>[Chorus]</i> There was a party at the liquor store C'mon! There was a party at the liquor store C'mon! There was a party Anybody! Party Everybody! There was a party at the liquor store C'mon! <i>[Colton Grundy]</i> I showed up, showed up Khaki's creased And a chicken head hangin' on either side of me Sendin' me to the store To cop some 40s And I take my time, and make my way around the party See my boy JD, and the weedspot on wheels 65 Impala, drop top, and make the shit hop Come on out, sparks the blunt, with two bitches Then came through the skunk, we got fucked up! Seconds passed, the chicken heads came back Now it's off to minglin' and see who else up in the shack The music started bumpin', there ain't no sign of the pigs If there was, I'd pull my shit and split they fuckin' wigs I'm high as fuck, and stumblin' off six 40s By the time I see my homie, ABK, up at the party Chillin' with seven hoes and they sell toes Or they dream about sex and those in birthday clothes <i>[Chorus]</i> There was a party at the liquor store C'mon! There was a party at the liquor store C'mon! There was a party Anybody! Party Everybody! There was a party at the liquor store C'mon! <i>[Anbody Killa]</i> When I got there, shit was tight So I rolled up a blunt of that chocolate tie Everybody was chillin' out front, sayin' "What's up?" Walk in to grab a 40 as I spark my stuff Went straight to the back where the brew be at Grabbed a cold 4-0 and proceeded to crack Gotta dollar fifty sub and a bag of Better Made chips Phone number from the hot bottle return bitch It was a good day, perfet day to party Hot bangin' bootyliscious freaks actin' horny Man, this party store is kinda like the club Besides the bums comin' in, cause the beer's cheap enough I was gettin' my groove on, big straight pimpin' Aisle of the party store, Bud Light sippin' I heard a gunshot, my drink dropped I coulda swore it was the fuckin' cops <i>[Robbery noises]</i> <i>[Chorus]</i> There was a robbery at the liquor store What happened?! There was a robbery at the liquor store What happened?! There was a robbery A robbery? Someone got shot He got shot?! There was a robbery at the liquor store What happened?! |
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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
I put my life on my music and everything around me
Streets that I was raised on, livin' on so ruggedly So I decided way back in the day That I'm gonna try and take whateva comes my way You know, by workin' hard to get mine, payin' dues Tryna make it through, and outsmart some fools It's been a long time since I got to sit up straight So best believe I'mma snatchin' off plates <i>[Chorus]</i> Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee (Once I put my...Once I put my... Once I put my..Once I put my) Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee (Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee) I been in this game for so many years with no fears, cause my head is clear I can see you always tryna hate, on what I'm doin' but you will never stop, what I'm pursuin' Man, I got heart so fuck havin' enemies Take it to the stage, and I'll make you just a memory I put my life on every word that I say My guarantee is that I'm here to stay (So watch for me!) <i>[Chorus]</i> Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee (Once I put my...Once I put my... Once I put my..Once I put my) Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee (Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee) Mixed tapes, and bootlegs been through it all In for the long haul, follow me ya'll!! Put your hands up if you're down for the struggle Cause it's time to push through this rubble UH! I got one thing on my mind, willing to grind both feet on the ladder, and I'm ready to climb Too many mouths to feed, so you gots to believe that I put my whole life on what the fuck I achieve (and that's my life!) <i>[Chorus]</i> Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee (Once I put my...Once I put my... Once I put my..Once I put my) Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee (Once I put my life on this there's nothing left but my guarantee) |
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from ABK - Road Fools (Bonus Cd) (2005)
<i>[Break: x2]</i>
I don't know, I don't know What this world is coming to All this rage, all this rage All this rage, all this rage <i>[Anybody Killa:]</i> Let me set the world straight Fuck the hate, man you actin' fake Walkin around like you somebody Let me catch you in my path You little mark, why you flinchin'? Detroit Streets means take precaution You and your ? means you stuffed in a coffin All this rage means I'm fed up Now I'm back to my old ways cause I had enough <i>[Lavel:]</i> To the people on the streets with the murder mentality Slippin' in the alley, gettin' stuck Why the fuck must I put up with this? I would put up a fist but muthafuckas are trippin', Bookin' shots like a coward that graduated from power Education aint shit, gotcha workin' by the hour Society got you sweatin', I suggest you take a shower Need to pay attention, even Bin Laden gots some power <i>[Chorus:]</i> All I wanna do (all I wanna do) is hit back the world with rage (im frustrated!) All I wanna do (all I wanna do) is hit back the world with rage (im frustrated!) All I wanna do (all I wanna do) is hit back the world with rage (im frustrated!) All I wanna do (all I wanna do) is hit back the world with rage (im frustrated!) <i>[Anybody Killa:]</i> Explosions, self destructions, this world is going under All this murder that we do, should be used in self-defense (tell 'em again) Explosions, self destructions, this world is going under All this murder that we do, should be used in self-defense Scream for help and hope somebody listens, Everybody's worried cause they loved ones is missin', Could you tell me why does everybody have a bomb? Explosions... Could you tell me whats the cause of this? cause of this... Could you tell me does everybody have a bomb? Explosions... <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Shaggy 2 Dope:]</i> "See Right Now, What This Shit, Right The Fuck Here, Is About Its About The Juggalo, Motherfucker! Understand, We All Family In This Bitch And If You Aint Family Then Fuck You! Im Sayin', Because We All In This Bitch Together Motherfucker! In All This Shit..." |
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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[Anybody Killa]</i>
Retalition is a must Watch your back Stay on que Shoulda never fucked with us Now you got me after you Devious and beady eyes Quick to jump and take your life What the hell you think this is? Ain't no way you walkin' by If you see them Let them know Just how far you lettin' shit go You fuckin with some OG Detroit weirdos We bombin' on who ever dirty situation chasin' and makin' you fuckin' bleed Put you on a permanent vacation Hammertime on your face with my right boot For loose river dance Do the jit into a spongy spit My homies Twiztid got you listed Have you all hemmed up like "What the fuck is this?" We bigger than you thought The whole crew be representin' Pistol whippin all haters Have em twitchin' and flippin' Retalition Beat em down Call up all the fellas We been known in the hood As some eye ball swellers <i>[Chorus 4x]</i> Retaliate Hunt em down Get em where it hurts <i>[Monoxide Child]</i> I'm in the back with the windows cracked I heard shots Somebody on the side of me Bitch I ain't Pac Give me a second to shoot back and I just happened to be smokin' a blunt and got the hops on my lap Now I'm pullin' up behind you Steady trying to hide out in traffic But you know that I'mma find you Blindside you Scared to death Keep shootin' till the burned and fallin' skin on his chest God bless the dead Go against me and you'll rest up in a bed With a hole in the head Don't fuck with me It ain't worth your life It ain't worth watchin' your moms die tonight If you start it I'mma finish it Diminish it to nothin' but rubble and you just opened a trunk of some trouble It's Monoxide, a killer Roll it up and relax Retaliatin' on you bitches Watch your back <i>[Chorus 4x]</i> Retaliate Hunt em down Get em where it hurts <i>[Jamie Madrox]</i> Ain't nobody playin' bitch This ain't no motherfuckin' game You fuck with ours You ain't never gonna be the same again Leave you chillin' in a wheel chair K chopped your legs from knee down Now who you gon' see now? You touch ours Get touched back with force Anywhere you at it's on, of course We don't sleep at all Give all my homies a call Everybody in your crew is sure to fall Sho 'Nuff! Retalition in effect Fuck with ABK and my brother You get a rusty shovel all up in your neck Use the same weapon to bury that ass in the ground So don't play hard Put your piece down or get peaced out Don't be staring like you gonna do shit Without your weapon and your mouth Bitch you're useless My crew gets pissed the fuck off At all these mediocre thugs Claimin' they hard When they be soft <i>[Chorus 4x]</i> Retaliate Hunt em down Get em where it hurts You ever think about Death? You ever look Death in his eyes? |
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from Psychopathics From Outer Space (Part 2) (2003)
Crash
Burn Win Lose Good news Bad news Bitch you choose Wings are spread Head held high Time is God So watch God fly Where you at? Why you here? Are you happy? Do you care? Why's my pain look just like yours? Something that you can't ignore Come from behind closet doors Look in my eyes and tell me more Life is full of things in store But dreams come true to those who soar Watch your step Paths you take Walk real slow, that bridge may break Keep on moving Don't turn back So close to the end So stay on track (Chorus x2) I'm just trying to stay alive (Trying to stay alive) I'm just trying to stay alive As I look into the future All I see Life and death chasing after me And I, couldn't hide Even if I wanted Represent the underground So I'm gonna flaunt it A little dirt never hurt nobody But lips get split When shit gets spit buddy Stay focused, no interruption Always in overdrive Cause there's no time for coasting I should relax But I can't so I won't You tell me to get help But I don't (F**k that) Crazy thoughts going on in my head And I only wanna lay them to rest (Lay them to rest) 1,2 killers coming for you 3,4 better lock your door 5,6 bitch be quick You better duck your head Grab your shit, and don't get hit (Chorus x2) I'm just trying to stay alive (Trying to stay alive) I'm just trying to stay alive Can anyone tell me why my mood keeps changing? Is it from the weed or the bullshit I'm facing? I can deal with it though Without the help of a pistol Mind over body About to explode Can't catch me No way, no how Fast foot like a native running Chase me down Dark eyes like a eagle To see right through you Past and the present Tell me what you've been through You think I'm kidding Well you're not even close Cause there's only a few that I've shown All my wisdom, all my pride Peep stories that I see you hide Tall tales, missing legends All those things that keep you guessing Most people they would call it a gift But to me, its just some weird ass shit (Ya'll don't hear me though) (Chorus x4) I'm just trying to stay alive (Trying to stay alive) I'm just trying to stay alive |
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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
<i>[Violent J]</i>
Mop up the floor with that bullshit Cause I'mma stick and move I'mma stick and move anybody Do anything to get what I need To take care of me and mine <i>[Anybody Killa]</i> Stick and move, outta the way Duck ya head, time to pray I'm lookin' for anyone who ever doubted See me in the streets if ya wanna talk about it These days I got nothing but time So I'm gonna use it all to chase down what's mine Actin' crazy when you know you're soft And the only thing hard is that shit you talk You ever seen a redskin get tipsy Then take it to the old school 1850 Arrow stuck in the back of ya neck Just because ya mama raised you to disrespect New game means whole new rules And I guarantee ya'll that I will not lose I guess I'm gonna take ya back to my roots Warriors stand up and let's get these fools <i>[Chorus]</i> Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Left to right Stick and move Stick and move Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Left to right Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Don't let no one get ya Ha ha! That's what I'm talkin' about Stick and move like a heavyweight knockin' you out What you thinkin' about when you runnin' your mouth Tellin' people that you know me like you live in my house Things like that, I won't take I'mma grown ass man ya best get that straight All I do is roll state to state So I can look into the eyes of those who relate So if you comin' with me then let's go We gonna make it more hype than the night before Just a bit more out of control So learn to live a little and watch your life grow Don't mean to steer you wrong But when you're livin' in the ghetto, life don't seem long Stick and move, move and stick Cause second chances don't come that quick <i>[Chorus]</i> Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Left to right Stick and move Stick and move Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Left to right Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Don't let no one get ya Come stick and move with me right through the industry come stick and move with me Stick and move Stick and move Let's say this was a game of tag Will ya hide and go get whatever made ya mad? I see you, can you see me? Even though I stick and move through the industry Skip back, play it again We should all represent our race Open your eyes, cause what you want Is staring you right in your face <i>[Chorus]</i> Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Left to right Stick and move Stick and move Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Left to right Stick and move Stick and move Stick and move Don't let no one get ya |
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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
[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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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Dirty History (2004)
You ever chase after Death?
People chase after Death everyday (Chasing after you, and you never see it coming) And don't even realize But watch out, watch out, ya never know when it's gonna chase after you (Chasing after you, and you never see it coming) <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> I ran through the trees and the woods chasing after you, chasing after you (Chasing after you, and you never see it coming) Bet ya never seen us coming, while you was just chillin' Overnight sounds so dark and thrillin' With the quickness I bring the sickness Run hurry hurry run Ya really got to feel this To the outside we look ungifted But look deeper into yourself and prove your own existence Treat me like I'm unfree When neighborhoods are burnin' down to the third degree To visualize is my own teepee Because the hate we try to stop all began with me Reincarnation, like it or not But when you at Death's door we gonna see what you got Standing up on that platform Mad as hell cause you was never well informed I guarantee you're gonna wanna come back With a whole new life that's so compact <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> I ran through the trees and the woods chasing after you, chasing after you (Chasing after you, and you never see it coming) I've been chasin' but you couldn't tell You've been hidin' but I guess you fell Now, it's something that you gotta deal with Six feet deep all sleep for you, kid I can't stop chasin' Don't know what I'm facin' Everytime I turn around I'm chasin' after you Could this be all I am? A trapped soul in the shell of a man? No one would ever understand But I guess that was the plan So I guess I'm gonna try and relax And only lay down straight up facts Is there anyone out there that sees what I see Passed on life tryin' to reach me? <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> I ran through the trees and the woods chasing after you, chasing after you (Chasing after you, and you never see it coming) Why do we feel how we feel inside? You ever think about when it's time to die? Not knowin' when Not knowin' how Quittin' like a coward takin' yourself out Livin' life chasin' after Death Ya never know how much time is left Sure glad I can depend on ya'll Pickin' me up when I start to fall Never makin' me feel left out So I swear to the earth I'll never let ya doubt That I, don't feel the same way inside Take a good look into a killa's eyes I'm told everywhere I go that I'm held cause of my technique So take ya time, and listen real slow Cause these words are deep that I speak Listen up, listen up <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> I ran through the trees and the woods chasing after you, chasing after you (Chasing after you, and you never see it coming) And you never seen it coming And you never seen it coming And you never seen it coming Chasing after you And you never seen it coming And you never seen it coming And you never seen it coming Chasing after you |
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from ABK - Road Fools (Bonus Cd) (2005)
<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Nobody knows what I'm going to do next Ain't no tellin' what's up my sleeve Nobody knows what I'm going to do next Ain't no tellin' what's up my sleeve Nobody knows what I'm going to do next Ain't no tellin' what's up my sleeve Nobody knows what I'm going to do next Ain't no tellin' what's up my sleeve <i>[Anybody Killa:]</i> Watch out! Hey, something's lurking, staring right at you I can feel your souls been waiting to let all my spirits through So many faces on my spin Words I write, remembering All these legends that we speak Stories told, draw minds in deep Who can face the blackest cloud, When lightening strikes on solid ground Who will be left, to see the mist Of afterlife, and happiness Up my sleeve, there's so many things Who knows what this killer brings? Hypnotized, inside your mind But still you can't see me <i>[Chorus]</i> Here I go again, another check Nobody knows what the fuck I'm after Now you see me now you can't, disappear Why you think ABK is so weird? But fuck that, I got warrior skills! I can vanish like that, *snap* for real! Swoosh Gone! Like a dollar bill. I'll have you're ass shiverin' with chills <i>[Break:]</i> I'm a psycho, going crazy can't seem to get my head straight I'll these visions, I keep havin', want to take my breath away Non-believers stay alert because this world keeps changing Up my sleeve's a remedy, to keep you from decaying <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Break:]</i> I'm a psycho, going crazy can't seem to get my head straight (CAN'T GET MY HEAD STRAIGHT) I'll these visions I keep havin', want to take my breath away (TAKE MY BREATH AWAY) Non-believers stay alert because this world keeps changing (THIS WORLD KEEPS CHANGING) Up my sleeve's a remedy, to keep you from decaying (Keep you from decaying...) |
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from Psychopathics From Outer Space (Part 2) (2003)
[Intro: Syn]
Anybody Killa, Yeah [x2] ABK: Whut up y'all, welcome to the muthafuckin Regal Beagle, before we play this next track, I want all my pimps and playas, I mean all my SINGLE, no lady, pimps and players to find the hottest girl in the room, and go up to her, and her man, and TAKE THAT BIIAATCH [Verse 1] Pour me a drink, time to get drunk Roll that blunt lets get fucked up What'chu think that I can't hang Just because I'm stumbling I'm a warrior bitch recognize Sippin fire water since the age of 9 Tomahawk in my hand moccasins on my feet Lookin for me a sqwaw to take home and freak Straight to the teepee ,things ain't changed Pack the peace pipe Before I hit that strange Pop on the deer buck skin rubber Lay her down slow on my bear hide cover Bitch is out for the count Cause she fucked all night and got her box banged out Shoulda known not to fuck with me Totem pole warrior from the 3 1 3 [Chorus x2] I know you wanna be I know you wanna be I know you wanna be a...Warrior [Verse 2] You wanna be a warrior, follow me (I can take you different places) Down to the roots cuz the roots are the trees (and show you all these passed on faces) They still livin cuz they livin inside of me (they only wanna walk the earth they wanna breathe) Thats why I have all this crazy energy (I'm only trying to explain) Why I drink, and love to smoke Regal Beagle pow wow when my robe folds off Showin off the nub, always hangin with scrubs Take A bath in Budweiser muthafuck a tub Thats how we do it, I ain't playin (no) Mud duck hood rat hoes parlayin (biatch) Drinkin 40's while twistin a spliff Detroit Eastside GEt WIT IT [Chorus x2] I know you wanna be I know you wanna be I know you wanna be a...Warrior [Break: ABK, Violent J, Madrox] Na na na na, marijuana Crack 40's to get by [Verse 3] Na na, na na na no you can't have none Whole cakes gone, weed baggies bare Roaches done been smoked now I'm outta here (peace y'all) Pack up fools, time to bust Searchin for a new sack of mother earth we trust (uh huh) Get high stay high live high And if you wanna go the way I go...die high This party ain't over till the weedman sings Spend his life behind bars they can't bring that thing Oh we all get rated for helpin ourselves Mary Jane got us focused now she's wanted in hell Everybody that I go to I be keepin it real Double shots keep em comin with a blunt to fill (yup) Stay true to the game think big From center buck wild see you next week kid (bye bye) [Chorus x2] [Break x4] Na na na na, marijuana Crack 40's to get by (Warrior) |
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from ABK - Road Fools (Bonus Cd) (2005)
Roll, Roll, woo
Hey, ho (hey, ho) I'm always out of control Steady moving this is how we roll Only streets know where we go Cause I ain't got to stay in one place The wheels on a bus go round and round Smokin' different weed from town to town I guess I'll see you when I get there Have it rolled up cause you know how I love them blunts Man, I got 10's and 20's whatever you need But since you're my homie dog, you smokin' for free I got mad love from my people for my people Actin' the same cause we all see equal No different, we bleed the same So when you see, quit bein' all strange Hey, hey, what's up man? What's up dog? I didn't want to bother you or nothing But I wanted to say, what's up you know? What's up, yeah Just wanted to tell to keep doing what you're doing Which is real Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Hey, ho (hey, ho) I'm always out of control Steady foolin' this the way we roll Only streets know where we go Cause I ain't got time to stay in one place Back on the streets with a new release Road Fools all day man fuck the police (fuck 'em) Let's go, let's go is what we be thinkin' (let's go) Back to the hotel so we can start drinkin' You know this night has just begin Road Folls in this bitch call a friend (holla back) Don't be nervous just relax You got some things to go along with this sack (it's all rolled) Hey, ho (hey, ho) No fuckin' with the way we roll (we roll) We do it with the fuckin' hydro Hey yo, yo ho he's my ho Hey, ho (hey, ho) Hey, ho (hey, ho) No fuckin' with the way we roll (we roll) We do it with the fuckin' hydro Hey yo, yo ho he's my ho Hey, ho (hey, ho) Hey, hey, hey Dannana I'm spittin' game to you Hey, hey, hey Dannana Just here to entertain for you Hey, hey, hey Dannana So won't you do me later? (I'm skin' weed) Hey, hey, hey Come and hang with me I'll take you out to eat Cause we be fools Hey, ho (hey, ho) No fuckin' with the way we roll (we roll) We do it with the fuckin' hydro Hey yo, yo ho he's my ho Hey, ho (hey, ho) Hey, ho (hey, ho) I'm always out of control Steady foolin' this how way we roll Only streets know where we go Cause I ain't got time to stay in one place Cause I ain't got time to stay in one place I ain't got time to stay in one place I ain't got time to stay in one place I ain't got time to stay in one place I ain't got time to stay in one place I ain't got time to stay in one place |
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from ABK - Road Fools (Bonus Cd) (2005)
(Talking)
(Anybody Killa) Sometimes it feels like we've been driving all night Hungry as a stray dog, with no food in sight Had a bomb ass show, now it's on to the next Full tank of gas, with a bag of stress Hoping that the next city's got that good So that I can get my nerves straight And make my brain shake It's been hours, but it seems like days Bored as a muthafucka, wide awake (Chorus) Are we there yet? I got this urge to rock a show Damn near everywhere I go Are we there yet? I got this urge to rock a show Damn near everywhere I go Are we there yet? I got this urge to rock a show Damn near everywhere I go Are we there yet? I got this urge to rock a show Damn near everywhere I go (Break)(x2) I can't take this, are we there yet? Put the pedal to the metal, and let's ride! We on these crazy highways, smoke away the night before Conversating about when we come back, it's got to be just as dope Oh the party in the parking lots, on the streets up by the beaches It takes so much time to get there, I always have the urge to speak (Chorus) Boogie nights, doing it right Up till the sun comes up so who's driving? All I know is that you better pay attention There might be something, you're missing So keep your eyes wide open And look out for something weird (talking) |
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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
<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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from ABK - Hatchet Warrior (2003)
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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