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letra de tools - abk

i wanna know where the f–k are my down -ss underground killas
straight cap peelas
walking the earth, been mean since birth
taking every d-mn thing in sight that’s worth
somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
eastside b-tches 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
roaming the streets, mean mugging police
left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece
so now i feel that i owe it to ya’ll
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
(chorus x2) (blaze ya dead homie)
tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
these are all the things that a g brings
to your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
streets is crucial, compet-tion zero
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 mothaf–ka tomahawking a fool
walk away just keeping my cool
like i’m sneaking in line at a big venue
no traits, no motive, n-body, no clue
yo blaze am i right? (woop woop)
that’s what the f–k i’ve been trying to say
me and my whole d-mn family acting 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
(chorus x2) (blaze ya dead homie)
tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
these are all the things that a g brings
to your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
streets is crucial, compet-tion zero
(blaze ya dead homie)
i’m bored as the come, homie don’t be slipping acting dumb
shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some
the streets are talking i be listening, hearing
repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing
ask me if i ever been jacked, i’ve been screwed and taxed, don’t ask
some suckas with two little stripes to attack
mothaf–kas ain’t sh-t, i’m a soldier
drag bodies into coffins by they b-tch -ss shoulders
middle name murda, colton grundy the rest
you see me packing 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 right i foze for mine
ain’t no way ain’t anybody gonna stop my shine
do the drivebys b-tch smacking hoes and robberys
i do it for the streets and the money, show respect
(chorus x4) (blaze ya dead homie)
tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
these are all the things that a g brings
to your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
streets is crucial, compet-tion zero

- abk

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