Альбом Anybody Killa

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

[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

(Verse 1)
You better kill me or you die,
47 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 yo'self a G',
Cause me and my heater dont like no set trippin' hoes buggin' hard in my warzone,
Crack ya' dome to the skull.
Blame it on the alcohol, mix it with the Tylenol.
And peel ya' body off the wall.

(Chorus)
You betta kill me or you die,
I was put here to kill people,
but that's the reason that I'm alive.
You betta kill me or you die,
I was put here to kill people,
but that's the reason that I'm alive.

(Verse 2)
Bitch, I'll kill you for your necklace,
and drag yo' ass behind my ride around the hood, and say "I'm just being senseless".
And flash the brights on the cops like "Fuck Ya'll!".
Keep your bitches on your toes, better duck ya'll,
Three bullets enter into the automobile,
Now ones coughing blood and the other hugs the steering wheel,
Now I'm peelin' out down the alleyway,
ABK is a killa and the killas dont play.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Say I'm a dead man. Just ask my homie Blaze,
Cause we've been chokin' motherfuckers since the old days,
And there's something about chokin' a motherfucker out that makes you wanna scream and shout,
and rip his motherfuckin' soul out.
Stab you in the shower with a Matchete blade,
watch the blood trickle down like black cherry kool aid.
Cause' I dont want you livin'. And plus it's Killa High,
So, if you steppin', better kill me or you fuckin' die!

(Chorus)

[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

Motha F**ka
Get away from here while you still have the chance. Go, run, ahhhhh
BLAAAAM! Up in the club
Eastside, hoo ride, true juggalo scrub
They know me up in valet parking
They know me don't be parking there cause they charging
Where the f**k these bitches at?
I be the ABK with the gitchy sack
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke, F**K THAT!
Snake skin hatchet gear with the alphabet hat, beyotch
I'm ready bring all these hoes
Sick of hood rats at party stos
Everybody knows, I'm heading down town
At the shelter, St. Andrews, underground
I want a gothic bitch I don't know, all leather
To come and f**k this thug when I'm on the teather
I'm like Cinderella cause I'm on the clock
So I'm asking for the pussy right up on the spot
I'm like..
"What up you little freaky gothic bitch? You ever f**ked 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 raining diamonds. I ain't scared"
Haunted schmaunted
Bitch, you know I like the wicked shit you ain't got to 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 f**king nub up inside her
She had bush for acres, unexplored terrain
By the time I finished cutting it it growed again
Bend her legs back and used a wood chipper
Shaved the first half down and quickly flipped her
Ok, now spread your legs, ahhhhhhh vimpire bat
bring it, rats, bitch you got a haunted ass
(Chorus)
Your neden's haunted, you got parasites and poltergeists
Your neden's haunted, with that demon neden you ain't right
Your neden's haunted, you been f**king frankenstein and them
Your neden's haunted, please go get that shit an exorcism
Bats flying out of her puss, so what?
My dead homie Blaze be doing that with his butt
I'm still f**king her (You got a jimmy?)
Do I got one?
I'm rocking a lumpy indian witch doctor condom
I can hop a landmine wearing 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 a portal, walk and bring that shit home
F**king this bitch was like f**king Anna Nicole Smith
Just a fat dumbass silly f**king dumb bitch
Nothing more, nothing less
I pulled the snappy off and I aimed for her chest
The only ghost she had right about then
Was the mysterious white orbs I left on her chin
That night I'm sleeping giving the dick rest
When it f**king came alive, my shit was possessed
Your nuts, we want your nuts
We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts
Your nuts we, want your nuts
Please don't, please f**k dirty butts (Repeat)
(Chorus)
Your neden's haunted, you got parasites and poltergeists
Your neden's haunted, with that demon neden you ain't right
Your neden's haunted, you been f**king frankenstein and them
Your neden's haunted, please go get that shit an exorcism

They call me ghetto neighbor, I don't give a fuck
Sounds bumping all night steadily waking you up
Homies banging on the door because I'm slanging the tree
24 hour weed spot, buy 2 get one free
Every week another piece of property getting stolen
Checking in you little buster watch your eye get swollen
Neighborhood badass, I think the whole block hates me
???? psycho motherfucker acting 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 holding
I never been caught for a crime that I commited
I never seen a fat ass lick and didn't hit it
All the murders that they claiming I ain't stressing that shit
Cause if you got the evidence then come convict me bitch

(Chorus)
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 ya'll
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

(Monoxide Child)
Cars and stray dogs always fucking up my grass
And everytime you see me coming you know I'm about to ask
Where your 5 at? I'm buying weed in 10 sacks
And fucking bitch at Burger King just to get some free snacks
Standing on my porch in a robe
I got some top tens with no shoe strings, I'm out cold
In the cold, hoping ain't nothing
My eye catch and running pockets like a campaign rep is getting snatched
Dice game on the side of the crib
I'm shooting dollar in this motherfucker, who else in?
And the cops got a problem with me, who knows why?
Probably cause I got a couple tagged cars in my diveway
I keep it ghetto like the whitest of trash
Selling food stamps for cash just to get up on the phat pad
So when you see me on your block watch your back
Cause Monoxide will lay a mothafucka out flat

(Chorus)
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 ya'll
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

(Paris)
Who's that nigga slash Nasdaq sponsored ass?
Soldier devils never love, fucking up your country club
Bailing through the gates, raising hatred in they eyes
Why try to calculate when niggas make it when I ride by
Though you can't stand seeing any non-European
Having things, what a shame niggas come, then you fleeing
But we won't ? to take advantage, better school
Bigger plots, acre lots, pushing Benz and selling stocks
Guess who coming to dinner in your area?
Know you hate to share it I love it when I'm scaring the
Bitches in my neighborhood, I'm brutal on your whole committee
Never seemed to see how niggas coming from the city pretty
But we rolling, folding the cash holding
Bitch, I'm showing out, keep my bidness out yo mouth
Climbing all them racist holes
Juggalos know a devil should
Roughest on my cul de sac
There go the neighborhood

(Chorus x2)
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 ya'll
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

ABK:
Where you at mother f**ker?
Heard you been talking shit,
But everytime I come around its like you seen to forget,
Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip,
In other words you'd be a dead little punk ass bitch,
I won't forget you everytime I'm pissing over your grave,
Or when I'm slanging peyote 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 gray,
Shooting off my arrows like AK's ,
Amazing situations four colors of man,
Represent the wicked nation,
Underground street level,
Running it's 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.

Come and play with me!
(Even if it means your death)
Come and play, You hated me!
(My tomahawk swings right to left)
You bitches wait and see!
(I'll be a juggalo till' my very last breathe)
And you hate to see!
(These hatchet men upon out chests)
Come and play with me..

Warriors come out and play,
Roaches are straight,
I'm A-B-K!
I'd rather be dead then fade away,
All my life I've been a scrub I wouldn't change a day,
What I'm saying quit playing,
I'mma tell you how its laying,
See me in the streets,
Psychopathic Chain Just Swaying,
ABK so it ain't no delaying,
Dead bodies 6 feet in the ground decaying,
When I come out with the serial numbers on 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,
And keep busting the clip until every last one out,
Erasing all the drama that this world brings,
Moon light shines bright on shattered dreams,
Keep away from a killa,
With a gat that freinds,
And get your own f**king bullshit schemes.

Come and play with me!
(Even if it means your death)
Come and play, You hated me!
(My tomahawk swings right to left)
You bitches wait and see!
(I'll be a juggalo till' my very last breathe)
And you hate to see!
(These hatchet men upon out chests)
Come and play with me..

Jamie Madrox:
Twiztid, Madrox, And The A-B-K,
Buying automatic weapons from renegade and Bombay,
F**k alize and them fake ass pimps,
We the sharks in the water,
Ya'll popcorn shrimps,
So you can eat my cocktail sauce and ass,
Throw an east in the air, when we walk past,
think fast,
You can be a hater with a lot to say,
But you talking from the door so come out and play..

Come and play with me!
(Even if it means your death)
Come and play, You hated me!
(My butcher knife swings right to left)
You bitches wait and see!
(I'll be a juggalo till' my very last breathe)
And you hate to see!
(These hatchet men upon out chests)
Come and play with me..

Come and play with me!
(Even if it means your death)
Come and play, You hated me!
(My tomahawk swings right to left)
You bitches wait and see!
(I'll be a juggalo till' my very last breathe)
And you hate to see!
(These hatchet men upon out chests)
Come and play with me..

These hatchet men up on our chest...
These hatchet men up on our chest...
These hatchet men up on our chest...
These hatchet men up on our chest...

Lyrics By: Billy Decker

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, what would you do
try and stab me in the back when im just passin through
if you ever started hating me, fuck it that's it
let it be known that yous a hater and you just full of shit
if you ever started hating me, then catch yo stone
cause underground is better livin than your main street home
if you ever started hating me, then take it to the streets
Detroit east side 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
cause why the fuck would you want to be up in my business
if you ever started hating me, its not my fault
you just probably never liked me from the start

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 damnin me
and don't try banning me
this hatchet fam insanity
how can it be uncannily

if you ever started hating me, then don't come around
cause I don't think your gonna like it if im beaten you down
pistol whippin mutha fuckas for the shit that they say
like my name's the only reason at I act this way
If you ever started hating me, then hold your breath
cause it just might be the last thing that you have left
grasp it on to your life movin closer to death
cause juggalos are getting fed up with the shit that you spread
if you ever started hating me, then bitch fuck you
if its that way mutha fucka than I hate you too
tell your family eat a dick I hope they whole crew die
and they never fuckin make it up to Shangri-La
if you ever started hating me, then rest in peace
cause all the enemies I have are pretty much deceased
dedicated to the dirt, cause their soul was never wanted
so now I pray there afterlife is fuckin haunted

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 damnin me
and don't try banning me
this hatchet fam insanity
how can it be uncannily

I cant help what I feel when I write so ima tell it
and I hope to all the haters that this shit is spreaded
the only reason there's haters is cause they feel left out
no life, no home, cause juggalos shut 'em out
so now they hide behind computers, actin hard what they saw
I swear to god I hope their fingers fall off, I cant stand 'em
to tell the truth I just don't need 'em around
so when I see you ima teach you 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 is it jokes the stuff you hate that's why your stomach in knots
always feeling left out cause you don't fit in
so you spread around this anger and don't act like a friend
but the town will only tell how much your hatreds grown
that's why we all be screamin fuck the juggahoes

I say fuck you
and offer no apologies
for my mythologies
I be just how I be
and I be wicked too
and offer no apologies
for my mythologies
I be just how I be
and I be wicked too
and offer no apologies
for my mythologies
I be just how I be
and I be wicked too
so fuck your family
if they damnin me
and don't try banning me
this hatchet fam insanity
how can it be uncannily

I wanna know where the f**k are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap peelas
Walking the earth, been mean since birth
Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth
Somebody stabbing 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
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, competition 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, nobody, 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 damn 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, competition 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 shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass 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 bitch 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, competition zero

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-vous
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 speaking is cause I'm teaching
Thinking if I let it out my head'll stop tweaking
Mixed emotions caused from stress
That reunite when you lay your head down to rest
It's like creatures of the night leaving nothing but bad news
And things about the future that might make you confused
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 lurking in the night
Candle light blew out, bed stops shaking
Down on my knees praying 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 acting crazy that keeps changing his face


Searching for the final answer so I can spread the word
Now that you really see me I'm just asking to be heard
We all in this together so they call us night crawlers
Think the worlds feeling weary because we getting smarter
Silohettes in the hallway, dead men holla
Can't sleep at night cause the spirits won't allow ya
(Blaze)
"You know being dead, I remember thinking 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."
Call me the dream catcher, mother earth smoker
Peyote pack these pipes hallucinating 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 jumping up in shivers from ice cold breath
Now you swear you're being followed everytime that you rest
Or you feel sharp pains drilling 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 if 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 you

(Two separate worlds, opposites, yet alike in so many many ways. Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The war of good vs 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 tipped bullet)
Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa
Dark carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (anybody!)
Mood changes, time to rearrange
So love a dinosaur that you can't tame
I bring pain, what you think I'm playing a game
Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim
F**k a balla, I represent the 313
With Tek 9's and green trees, it's a luxury
This how it is and I ain't changing for shit
F**k the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to trip
I'm sick and tired of f**king waiting for you wanna be
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 till I load up my glock
Cause in Detroit we got mothaf**king problems
And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to solve them
(Chorus)
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm dieing to use
Play games with this killa and your destined to lose
Mental stress, keeping me alive
Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the night
Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass bitches
Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches
I'm just an average individual, street slanging convict
Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up quick
You ask my name (ABK!), you know the game ain't changed
Labeled as a killa, busting caps all the same
As any other mothaf**ka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude
Running through the streets, acting rude
So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus
And continue with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!)
Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who dissagree
Let these hollow points change ya mind!
(Chorus)
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
I feel the urge to murder, theres no need to cure me
Seven lives, 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 getting choked up
And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up
The types of shit most people call unreal
But its the thing that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill
Crazy, ballistic, cause my head is a train
With the empty f**king wallet so there's so much to gain
If I appeal to you, do you think I keep it real with you?
Turn my back and let my hollow points drill into you
What type of person do you think that I am?
Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? What's up?)
Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you
Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to
(Chorus)
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

First off let me speak
There's some crazy motherf**kers I've been dieing to teach
About the ways of the underground
How it's been around and around by adding those terrifying sounds
We go way from the east to the west
To 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 sounds so familiar
Known on the streets as ABK
Busting caps at the strays with the rusty ass throw away
If you're scared turn the lights on
I can see your heart steady pounding though I bet it won't last long
Pack the weed in the bong, take a hit
Don't remenice about some bullshit
That's how it is when you're outta control
A little something that I thought you should know
(Chorus x4)
Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us?
Did you learn a little bit from the rhymes that I spit?
If not well it goes like this
I'm crazy, f**ked in the brain
People say that I'm goin insane
Cause I like that I chose underneath the concrete
Deep where the dead sleep and the killas reap
Away from the sun cause it hurts my eyes


Like a vampire, only come around at night
Brand new, f**k 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 clean my head out make you all amazed
Words that I speak leave your ears infected
No need for bodyguards I'm my own protection
There's only 2 things that I need
My juggalo family and a bag from JD
(Chorus x4)
Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us?
Do you know? (16x)
(Shaggy)
Well, me and ABK we be like (Hold up man you got to many cases on your hand)
Besides, if I told you then I'd have to choke ya
Chop ya, cut ya, Shaggy'll smoke ya
To much dirt that I can't speak
Now that you think you know, you don't know
I'll put my kids on it
If it makes you think, go ahead light a joint
Cause you don't know, that's the point
(Chorus x8)
Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us?

Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK)
Why you trying to play me foo dang?Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang?Teeth bang on the streets serving heads all nightSome of us just ain't living right

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)I know this stupid bitch who think she know meShe even wanna call me Blaze her Dead HomieBitch keep your mouth shut cause you foo dangCouldn't hold my balls, couldn't hold my wangStank hoes wanna see me in the graveBut I'm quick to slap a trick with a 12 gagueYou know you was speaking my name, playing gamesAnd saying things you know he's acting like something changedBut I know you are repping your fancy carLittle money foo danging at the titty bar, bitch7 dicks shoved in your box nightly, is you fucking?Is she fucking? For the right price he might beStank hoe, I never pay for assSo take a stray cat, and shove it in your flat assGet up out my face with that foo dang dramaWhere'd you learn that shit? Man she get it from her mamma
I say foo, you say dangFoo (Fuck You)Dang (Fuck You)Some one say fo sho, yeah I'm in the houseYeah I'm in the house
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK)Why you trying to play me foo dang?Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang?Teeth bang on the streets serving heads all nightSome of us just ain't living right
(ABK)I foo dang on the daily, go ahead and call me shadyBad boy on the streets starting static since the 80'sSo why you gotta front? Try and play me like a punkIf you keep talking shit you gonna end up in my trunkJacking beats from bustas, we foo dang like thatRobbing hoes for they gold then trade it in for a sackDon't even think for a second that we high class40 drinking freaks with some dank and a nice ass?? identity with some Eastside conflictBitches make me sick if they don't foo dang dickKeep it real when I try, keep it real badTry to trip in over all the bodies that I shot with the gatHunt you down with my automobile, roll down the window slowThen punch you right in the throatType of shit that most people call a little fuckedBut it's simple and plain we foo dang so don't front
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK)Why you trying to play me foo dang?Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang?Teeth bang on the streets serving heads all nightSome of us just ain't living right
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK)Foo dang is what I call a hoe without a pistolWalking all alone (there she go), and if I see you it's onI'm calling out old janky bitches with no heartDogs with no bite that wanna barkRepping gold is like a crip wearing red in my hoodAnd I'll slap you with a bat like a G shouldBitch check yourself into the crackhead clinicYou can't get no credit, bringing a bag with bottles in itFoo danging with a hatchet come and get your ass kickedIf you beer bottle then I really wanna smash itSelling weed filled with stems and seedsSame shit for 550 but you askin a GNow that's the kinda shit that makes the mind go crazy2 packs of Ports a day and I just can't take itI swear if one more hero tries to flex in my faceI'll go foo dang around the globe and make the whole world change
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK)Why you trying to play me foo dang?Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang?Teeth bang on the streets serving heads all nightSome of us just ain't living right

(Gangsta!)

Now if you got your hat tilted to the side
And you're always down to jack a bitch for her ride
Or the colors that your rep, make others upset
Then you might be.... GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong)

Never once been seen alone
Ever since you can remember you was fully grown
Slanging rocks on the block
With a knot in your sock
Then you might be.... GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong)

Murder rap, notches all on your belt
Robbery and selling trees the only jobs that you held
Been to more damn funerals than the reverend himself
Then you might be.... GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong)

In and out the penitenary
With no thought of graduation or a fucking degree
Still clocking cheese from what you learned on the streets
Then you might be.... GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong)

(Chorus)
You might be, you might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong)
You might be, you might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong)

If I see you with a hatchetman
You in a gang, and your ass better be ready to do that thang
You rep the JRB and you will never switch
(JRB?) JUGGALO RYDAS BITCH!
I see you beat your girlfriends who diss your boys?
Did your crews name originate in Illinois?
Did you cross your enemies out with a K?
Then you gang related too muthafucka,like Violent J

I'm always asked if I'm gang related
By police and the public and I'm starting to hate it
If I wasn't already, that would sure make me think
About the prolems that I have and what I do to be free
Besides, gang related's such a harsh word
For now I'll call a bunch of homies taking over the world
Willing to die for everything that we built
The battleground we call turf where haters come to be killed

(Chorus)

When you participate in gang related activities
03's, 211's, 187's, If you do, that's ok, fuck we all do
I'm only saying you gang related too, bitch
Take ABK, I know him
But I wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw him
He's fucking crazy as hell, you wouldn't know
Right now he's chewing holes in the floor here at the studio
I don't even wanna 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 of bitch-slappery
The bottom line is, I won't say it again
Until you play it again, if your gang related
Hope you're my friend, cause I see you wearing some shit I don't like
I'm shutting your cranium down with a lead pipe!

(Chorus)

Hahahahahaha, you know what man, you just MIGHT be
In spite of your own knowledge of it, a gangster, gang-o-bodicious maximus-maximum boogie-woogie ryda, a.k.a gang related, YOU DELAPIDATED MUTHAFACKOOO!

You might be, gang related (Ain't nothing wrong)
You might be, gang related (Ain't nothing wrong)
You might be, gang related (Ain't nothing wrong)
You might be, gang related (Ain't nothing wrong)

YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED
YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED
YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED
YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED
YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED
YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED
YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED
YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED

Somewhere out on that horizon
Out beyond the neon lights
I know there must be something 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

(Chorus)
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 something better (Far away from the neon sky)
I know there must be something better (Far away from the city lights)
I know there must be something better (Far away from the neon sky)
I know there must be something better (I need a blunt so I can get high)

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 something better
And I can't stay another night

(Chorus)
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 something better (Far away from the neon sky)
I know there must be something better (Far away from the city lights)
I know there must be something better (Far away from the neon sky)
I know there must be something better (I need a blunt so I can get high)