Tools

Title	Tools
Artist	Anybody Killa
Album	Hatchet Warrior
Release Date	2003-04-08
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Lyrics	[Verse 1: Anybody Killa] I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas (Yup!) Straight cap peelas (Where you at?) Walkin' the earth, been mean since birth Takin' every damn thing in sight that's worth (Give me that!) Somebody stabbin' you in the back, for a pebble of crack Eastside, bitches like that (Where ya at?) Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep Put me in a hole baby, 6 feet deep (Here ya go!) Better yet, just leave me alone I've survived this long with a microphone Roamin' the streets, mean muggin' police Left hand on my nuts right grippin' a piece (What's up?!) So now I feel that I owe it to y'all You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone (Thank y'all!) And don't think that I'm here to stress you out I just wanna let you know what I'm about (What?!) [Hook: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a chief brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a chief brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero [Verse 2: Anybody Killa & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Face facts (What?), do the math (Come on!) You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that (Hell naw) Wait a minute, let me tell the truth I'm relaxed like a motherfucker, tomahawking a fool Walk away just keeping my cool Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue Yo Blaze, am I right? (Whoop whoop!) That's what the fuck I've been tryin' to say Me and my whole damn family actin' murderous ways (Pow!) That's why we only gather once a year Because the world really can't afford to disappear So now we all break bread, never misled And the drama that I bring you will never forget And the ones that's down no matter where y'all at I'm just here to let you know that I got your back (What?!) You might also like[Hook: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a chief brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero (Bring it on!) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains (Bring it on!) These are all the thangs that a chief brings (Bring it on!) To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral (Bring it on!) Streets is crucial, competition zero [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa] I'm hard as they come, homie don't be slippin' actin' dumb Shove the pistol in your mouth, slightly quicker than some The streets are talkin' I be listenin', hearin' Reppin' for my thugs who got nothin' to be fearin' (What?) Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed And waxed, some suckers with two little stripes to attack Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a soulja Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass shoulders Middle name Murder (What?), Colton Grundy the rest (Yup!) You see me packin' a gun in the vest (What, uh!) Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die (Die!) Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try me? I tell you one more time for all the foes of mine Ain't no way, ain't anybody gonna stop my shine (Nope, nope!) Do the drive-bys bitch smackin' hoes and robberies I do it for the streets and the money so respect me! (What?!) [Hook: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa] Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a chief brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the thangs that a chief brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!) These are all the thangs that a chief brings (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!) To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!) Streets is crucial, competition zero (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!) These are all the thangs that a chief brings (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!) To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!) Streets is crucial, competition zero (Bring it on! We don't give a fuck!)