Print

Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet on the daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!) Straight outta Detroit, crazy mothafucka named Blaze Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page When I'm jackin' I got a Mack-10 Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes Which wanna y'alls wanna fuck with me? The police are gonna have to come and get me We stompin' yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out Niggas wanna set trip Try and talk shit Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit Goin' off on any bitch like that With a gat That's pointed at yo' dome! So give it up sucka I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!" He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance Down with the Family, like Charles Manson Crook throwaway is a mothafuckin' tool Letras de cancionesDon't make me act a mothafuckin' fool Me and you can go, toe to toe, maybe On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly All the thugs in the hood represent me Cuz I'm down with a capital D-E-T Bitch, you can't fuck with me! When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as fuck Mashin' on you bitches, I think you get the point Eastside, mothafucka, comin' straight outta Detroit "Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!" Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga I'm a thug muthafucka, and you know this But you playa hatin' bitches better never ever show this I don't give a fuck, I make my cheese Middle finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!" Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges Shoot a muthafucka in a minute For some hood rat pussy and go up in it So if you at a show In the front row I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo Bitches gettin' mad, bitches ain't shit Bitches and hoes can eat a muthafuckin' dick I'm a crazy muthafucka from the streets With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats Anybody controls the automatic So any punk muthafucka that start static With my dead homie, or by myself Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf Security is maximum and that's a law K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin' villan Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the killin' Creepin' up without a clue And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through So bitch, you better get a grip Cuz Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip Straight outta Detroit! "J is his name and the boy's comin'..." Straight outta Detroit! Is it nut that I'm cut Like whut? And make your sister eat butt Dangerous A thug claimin' Southwest I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest See I don't give a fuck, that's the problem I see a muthafuckin' cop, I'ma stop him Play it smart and ask for directions And then shank him in the fuckin' midsection To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac I don't know where the fuck I'm goin' or where the fuck I'm at I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy So I can get high and fuck this bitch next to me Ruthless...is the label that's floppin' But the hatchetman be choppin' Cuz it really don't matter bout me It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead Cuz an axe just severed yo' head And what about the bitch that got shot? She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back This be an autobiography Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother And slap your brother Straight outta Detroit! "Oh my God!" "Oh my...Oh my God!" "Oh my...Oh my God!" "Oh my God!" From Letras Mania