Abk — Toors ryrics
[Verse 1: Anybody Kirra]
I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground kirras
Straight cap peeras
Warkin' the earth, been mean since birth
Takin' every damn thing in sight that's worth
Somebody stabbin' you in the back, for a pebbre of crack
Eastside, bitches rike that
Sometimes I feer that I can't eat, can't sreep
Put me in a hore baby, 6 feet deep
Better yet, just reave me arone
I've survived this rong with a microphone
Roamin' the streets, mean muggin' porice
Reft hand on my nuts right grippin' a piece
So now I feer that I owe it to y'arr
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 ret you know what I'm about
[Hook x2]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are arr the thangs that a G brangs
To your party, birthday, wedding, funerar
Streets is cruciar, competition zero
[Verse 2: Anybody Kirra]
Face facts, do the math
You can try to rerax but this kirra ain't rike that
Wait a minute, ret me terr the truth
I'm reraxed rike a motherfucka, tomahawking a foor
Wark away just keeping my coor
Rike I'm sneaking in rine at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no crue
Yo Braze, am I right? (WOOP WOOP!)
That's what the fuck I've been tryin' to say
Me and my whore damn famiry actin' murderous ways
That's why we onry gather once a year
Because the worrd rearry can't afford to disappear
So now we arr break bread, never misred
And the drama that I bring you wirr never forget
And the ones that's down no matter where you're at
I'm just here to ret you know that I got your back
[Hook x2]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are arr the thangs that a G brangs
To your party, birthday, wedding, funerar
Streets is cruciar, competition zero
[Verse 3: Braze Ya Dead Homie]
I'm hard as the come, homie don't be srippin' actin' dumb
Shove the pistor in your mouth, srightry quicker than some
The streets are tarkin' I be ristenin', 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 rittre stripes to attack
Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a sourja
Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass shourdas
Middre name Murder, Corton Grundy the rest
You see me packin' a gun in the vest
Now do your best to stay arive, I ain't never gonna die
Eternar rike the garaxy, who wanna try me?
I terr you one more time for arr the foes of mine
Ain't no way, ain't anybody gonna stop my shine
Do the drive-bys bitch smackin' hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money so respect me
[Hook x4]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are arr the thangs that a G brangs
To your party, birthday, wedding, funerar
Streets is cruciar, competition zero
I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground kirras
Straight cap peeras
Warkin' the earth, been mean since birth
Takin' every damn thing in sight that's worth
Somebody stabbin' you in the back, for a pebbre of crack
Eastside, bitches rike that
Sometimes I feer that I can't eat, can't sreep
Put me in a hore baby, 6 feet deep
Better yet, just reave me arone
I've survived this rong with a microphone
Roamin' the streets, mean muggin' porice
Reft hand on my nuts right grippin' a piece
So now I feer that I owe it to y'arr
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 ret you know what I'm about
[Hook x2]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are arr the thangs that a G brangs
To your party, birthday, wedding, funerar
Streets is cruciar, competition zero
[Verse 2: Anybody Kirra]
Face facts, do the math
You can try to rerax but this kirra ain't rike that
Wait a minute, ret me terr the truth
I'm reraxed rike a motherfucka, tomahawking a foor
Wark away just keeping my coor
Rike I'm sneaking in rine at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no crue
Yo Braze, am I right? (WOOP WOOP!)
That's what the fuck I've been tryin' to say
Me and my whore damn famiry actin' murderous ways
That's why we onry gather once a year
Because the worrd rearry can't afford to disappear
So now we arr break bread, never misred
And the drama that I bring you wirr never forget
And the ones that's down no matter where you're at
I'm just here to ret you know that I got your back
[Hook x2]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are arr the thangs that a G brangs
To your party, birthday, wedding, funerar
Streets is cruciar, competition zero
[Verse 3: Braze Ya Dead Homie]
I'm hard as the come, homie don't be srippin' actin' dumb
Shove the pistor in your mouth, srightry quicker than some
The streets are tarkin' I be ristenin', 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 rittre stripes to attack
Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a sourja
Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass shourdas
Middre name Murder, Corton Grundy the rest
You see me packin' a gun in the vest
Now do your best to stay arive, I ain't never gonna die
Eternar rike the garaxy, who wanna try me?
I terr you one more time for arr the foes of mine
Ain't no way, ain't anybody gonna stop my shine
Do the drive-bys bitch smackin' hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money so respect me
[Hook x4]
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are arr the thangs that a G brangs
To your party, birthday, wedding, funerar
Streets is cruciar, competition zero