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    Hatchet Warrior 2003 ©

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    I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas
    Straight cap peelas
    Walkin' the earth, been mean since birth
    Takin' every damn thing in sight that's worth
    Somebody stabbin' 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
    Roamin' the streets, mean muggin' police
    Left hand on my nuts right grippin' a 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 that 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 brangs
    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 motherfucka, 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 fuck I've been tryin' to say
    Me and my whole damn family actin' 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


    Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
    These are all the thangs that a G brangs
    To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
    Streets is crucial, competition zero


    I'm hard as the 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'
    Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed
    And waxed, some suckas with two little stripes to attack
    Mothafuckas ain't shit, I'm a soulja
    Drag bodies into coffins, by they bitch ass shouldas
    Middle name Murder, Colton Grundy the rest
    You see me packin' 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 for all the foes of mine
    Ain't no way, ain't anybody gonna stop my shine
    Do the drive-bys bitch smackin' hoes and robberys
    I do it for the streets and the money so respect me


    Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
    These are all the thangs that a G brangs
    To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
    Streets is crucial, competition zero

    2003 ©


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