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I wanna know where the fuck are my down-ass underground killas

Straight cap peelas, walking the earth, been me since birth

Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth

Somebody stabbing you in the back for a public crack

Eastside, but just like that

Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep

Put me in a hole, baby, six feet deep

Better yet, just leave me alone

I survived this long with a microphone

Roaming the streets, mean mugging police

Left hand on my nuts, right gripping the 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 I'm here to stress you out

I just wanna let you know what I'm about

Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains

These are all the thangs that a G brings

To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral

Streets is crucial, competition zero

Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains

These are all the thangs 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 motherfucker tomahawking a fool

Walk away, just keeping my cool

Like I'm speaking a line at a big venue

No trace, no motive, no body, no clue

Yo Blaze, am I right? (Boog boog!)

This is what the fuck I've been trying to say

Me and my whole damn family act in 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 one that's down, no matter where y'all at

I'm just here to let you know I got your back

Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains

These are all the thangs that a G brings

To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral

Streets is crucial, competition zero

Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains

These are all the thangs that a G brings

To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral