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ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) lyrics - Hatchet Warrior

Foo Dang

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[Chorus: x2] Why you tryin to play me, foo dang? (Foo Dang) Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang Teeth bang on the streets servin heads all night Some of us just ain't livin right [Blaze] I know this stupid bitch who think she know me She even wanna call me Blaze Her Dead Homie Bitch keep ya mouth shut cause ya foo dang Couldn't hold my balls, couldn't hold my wang Stank hoes wanna see me in the grave But I'm quick to slap a trick wit a 12 gauge You know you was speakin my name, playin games And sayin things you know he's actin like something changed But I know you are reppin your fancy car Little money, foo dangin at the tittie bar (Bitch!) 7 dicks shoved in her box nightly, is she fucking? (Is she fuckin?) For the right price she might me Stank hoe, I never paid for ass So take a stray cat, and shove it in ya flat ass Get up out my face wit that foo dang drama Where she learn that shit? Man she get it from her mama [Some guy] I say Foo, you say Dang Foo (Fuck You!!) Dang (Fuck You!!) Someone say fa sho, yea I'm in the house Yea I'm in the house [Chorus] [Anybody Killa] I foo dang on the daily, go ahead and call me shady Bad boy on the streets, startin static since the '80s So why you gotta front? Try and play me like a punk If you keep talkin shit, you gon' end up in my trunk Jackin beats from bustas, we foo dang like that Robbin hoes for they gold then trade it in for a sack Don't even think for a second that we high class 40 drinkin freaks with some dank and a nice ass ? identity with some eastside conflict Bitches make me sick if they don't foo dang dick Keep it real and I'll try to keep it real back Try to trip in over all the bodies that I shot wit the gat Hunt you down wit my automobile, roll down the window slow Then punch you right in the throat Type of shit that most people call a little fucked But it's simple and plain, we foo dang, so don't front [Some guy] Yo Killa, this Tadpole I got ya number from this bitch I know I was the guy followin you home from the signin ?? Yo man why you ain't pull over? I ain't no houndog or nothin but I just [Chorus] [Blaze] Foo dang is what I call a hoe without a pistol Walkin all alone (There she go) and if I see you it's on I'm callin out old janky bitches wit no heart Dogs with no bite that wanna bark Reppin gold is like a crip wearin red in my hood And I'll slap ya wit a bat like a G should (Beeitch!!) Bitch, check yourself into the crackhead clinic You can't get no ? bringin a bag wit bottles in it [Anybody Killa] Foo dangin wit a hatchet, come and get ya ass kicked If you bring a bottle then I really wanna smash it Sellin weed filled wit stems and seeds Same shit for $550 but you askin a G Now that's the kinda shit that makes a mind go crazy 2 packs of 'Ports a day and I just can't take it I swear if 1 more hero tries to flex in my face I'll go foo dang around the globe and make the whole world change [Chorus]

Throw Yo Hood Up

SILKK THE SHOCKER "Charge It 2 Da Game"
(feat. Master P, Snoop Doggy Dogg) [Snoop Doggy Dogg Talking] No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,Y, D,O double G, beats by the pizound, you know what I'm sayin From the NO to the LBC. [chorus] [Snoop] All my real gangstas throw yo hood up throw yo hood up, throw yo hood up [Silkk] Now to all my real soldiers throw yo hood up throw yo hood up, throw yo hood up [Snoop] Fancy cars, diamond rings, bad ass bitches lots of cocaine, smokin on the best bud givin up that west love got them bitches shakin they ass, all in the club [Silkk] Now some call us the players, others call us the pimps so on the level lets talk about hoes some hoes dig us an lets talk about pimp shhh you know we don't show no tricks or bitch niggas no love you should know all the way to Snoop nigga pimpin's all up in our blood [Snoop] Now trip this for a second nigga I'm bout to drop some more pimp shit on yo ass have you ever slapped a bitch Have you ever counted over a thousand dollars in cash Nigga if you ain't never did that shit before get the fuck up out my face, 'fore I have to pull this tray 8 up out my muthafuckin waist [Silkk] An if you don't do it, I'm a do it these niggas be talkin so bad, an I could slap a bitch, like I had a million dollars in cash so it ain't no thang, bitch backed up give a nigga some room before I bust I give a fuck about a hoe, I might get a fuckin nut get tha fuck an get up, throw it up [chorus x2] [Snoop] It's the S,N double O, P nigga an this is Silkk The Shocker automatic with rockers, yo girl automatic gonna jock us from the LB to the NO, represent me an my camp for, blaze up like indo like dirt up in a rental [Silkk] Nigga at the right place we caught you at the wrong time an my team bout to beat you down, ain't no fuckin game you threw up the wrong sign see I went from hundred dollar rock spots to umm, million dollar raps I want a 1.5 from the day I turn this debt [Snoop] Now Peter Piper picked peppers, while I pimped hoes an my white drop rolls, an it's sittin on vogues Jack was nimble, was nimble nigga he was a bitch, let niggas smack him punk him, an jackin his shit, when you in it, you gotta get ignit cuz niggas will play you, lay you, then they spray you ok you, gotta little money an you figure you hard you bought two pitbulls for your big backyard now let me be frank with you, in this game you betta have a lotta homies, some straps an a tank with you, cuz these niggas they be playin for keeps while you sleepin, they creepin, that's word to my mama [chorus] All my real gangstas, I'm what, nigga what All my real soldiers, I'm what, nigga what [Verse 3] [Silkk] I'm a G-A-N-S-T to the A I got niggas throwin up they hood from NY to ZA I probably won't get five mics cuz I hurt this much but they don't understand, that's why I'm worth this much see all my real ass soldiers grab yo shit an act bad an all my real niggas grab the guns, weed, an my mission to cash, see y'all busters can't hold me down like the police they had the wrong guy an if I tell you somethin believe it like you seen it with your own eyes damn tell you what, meanin what See I make gangsta shit they wanna tell us clean it up now I walked in, straight up outta some thuggish shit don't tell me nothin to be here try to tear the club up bitch now don't have me trade the mutha fuckin tape for the crack don't have me go back to tradin the mic for the gat (see you love them hoes back in the days) nigga please, you gonna fall back like without a sack so either fall back on keys or fourty g's see I'm bout bigger paydays, I don't set trip, I set clips into AK's see I done shit bitch, not see me go, I run shit bitch like a CEO, now Snoop how you spell gangsta Spell it DPG an I spell soldier N-O-L-I,M-I to the T (That's cuz we different riders) [Master P] What I'm nigga, nigga what I'm nigga what, I'm nigga, what, what I'm nigga what I'm nigga, nigga what I'm nigga what, I'm nigga, nigga what From the NO to the L-B, B, haha, from the east to the west coast, to that dirty mutha fuckin south, to the nizorth, my little brother Silkk The Shizocker, an Snoop. (Real niggas unite you heard me) That's how we do it nigga, playas fool, now destroyed them mutha fuckin enemies.

Wheel Chairs

B.G. "Chopper City In The Ghetto"
[Baby] Too many playa hatin niggas in this world [the B.G.] That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl [Baby] Keep my nina for self protection [the B.G.] Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin [Baby] I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G. Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep 4 deep in the black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose And out your yay, I'll rape ya But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya Ain't that cold If ya got it hide, on the real Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill Causin homicides, that's the deal I'm bringin what a nigga feel Caps get peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump Ride guns, all that start funk [Mannie Fresh] Look out you bitch, you [B.G.] Watch out for 2 twos [Mannie] Automatics, with the static that ya talkin Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars With shit bags attached to they drawers Take this time to pause For the not so lucky Weak like a sick puppy Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you aint Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin Tha downtown, Nino Brown dumpin Cause I done killed mo' niggas than cancer Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer [B.G.] Nigga, A [Mannie] Are you faster than a gun? [B.G.] Nigga, B [Mannie] Will I shoot ya if ya run? [B.G. Nigga, C [Mannie] I ain't showin no love [B.G.] Nigga, D [Mannie] All tha motherfuckin above [Chorus]2x [B.G.] Nigga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect Now they wonder what the fuck happened, I hit his set Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin Niggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get away But they can't get away from this K, nigga I don't play V.L. got street sweepers, 9 millies All us night creepers, actin silly Dirty 30's, AR-15's Nose dirty, totin uzi machines Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi Real niggas off Valence street Crazy G, Big G., Big Moe, Lil' P. All them niggas down wit me L.T., Cool Billy, Cooley Popeye and my nigga Larry So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees Pussy niggas stuntin like ya got keys I'll put your face on a fresh T If the cheese over your head start at 5 G's 'Cause I'm the motherfucker keep the coroner to work Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt I put that nigga on that T-shirt that you be wearin Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin They doin, but Uptown doin that Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back Pussy, got rolled on round I mean rolled on round [Chorus]2x

Numb Numb

JUVENILE "Juve The Great"
[Verse 1: Juvenile] Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan'score an ounce I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount boy I can't front you nuttin but I respect ya G it could get fatal if I let niggaz get next to me the junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers too they in, and out here all day lookin for the right Peru I use to do it too but I had to let it go I can't get loaded I'm lil' wodie that supply the coke my shit'll have you where you don't even much wanna eat have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me you gon' relapse indeed, probably want ever leave don't want no problems I just wanna get this cheddar please I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter [Chorus] If you score some coke from me you will be numb, numb, numb, numb, numb numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb if you don't get it from me you will be dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb you'll be comin back in minutes to get some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some damn Juvie where you get that from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from [Verse 2: Juvenile] They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold weigh it and bring it in this shit is shipped to me I never transported nothin peep out my history my house is sittin plush-my cars is lookin lovely police men wanna cuff me therefore I'm rollin buckets not tryna make it public don't wanna be the subject mama tunin it don't spend ya money boy stay in ya budget I seen alot of fools goin buyin alot of shoes they children not in school they gotta lot to prove I puts my money back up in my flip some to the side incase them people run up in my shit chopper up all the time with two taped up clips and if you come fuckin with mine I'm a use this bitch they want me for distrubution from New Orleans to Houston someone been runnin there mouth tellin e'm how much I'm movin I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juvenile] I got my first work when I was sixteen and niggaz still not knowin what happened to brick leans it's not an easy task might have to beat the last you gon' get caught up out here tryna save ya people ass can't have e'm bring it first if you can't pay e'm its worth you could get murdered for that he just may let it burst smart high walk to earth, and maybe enemy turf pray I don't get in they way just let e'm do they dirt and I know after the cut woah my shit is the bomb that must be the Saudi-Arabia cause it ain't Hussien you ain't got that Florida dope, () coke have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho they come in menthazine no caps on it is want be that long before ya family know you on that shit look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter [Chorus - repeat to end]

Jigga What Jigga Who

[Jay-Z] Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch Nigga what, nigga who? Nigga what, nigga who? Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe [Jay-Z] -- first four lines overlap the section above Can't fuck with me They ain't ready yet Uh-huh uh-huh Yeah, yeah Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo'-fo' Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a nigga do a full flip See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion) (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z *repeat 3X* (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z [Jay-Z] Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now you're, actin raw but you never had war Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened to be A pimp with a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, Shit.. there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in! Chorus (with variation in last line) [Jay-Z] Gotta vendetta even though I been better Left him in the cold with a thin sweater Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw two at me I threw fo' back, hold that Let the dough stack, way before Biggs had the gold Ac' Dame had the Lex black Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this Me and my niggaz we invented the shit I came into the business with this, The Originator, none greater Jaz-O finish this shit [Big Jaz] Better learn, Jaz don't relax, stat ever heard of me? Worldwide Originator, say word to me The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga like a third degree, see me shine so bright Nigga I'm my light, runnin, rulin' with rigor and vigor Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef Heavyweight's light work to me For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me What? Cut a patient like surgery Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road when you had to be in bed at the PM Need the info Jaz-O the CNN forever touchin my work is beginnin you're endin Nigga your style's no style my style's high style C'mon, faggot nigga gotta take the gun home The O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!) Chorus (with variations) [Amil-lion] * repeat to fade * Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

He Said She Said

Its just one a those days when you dont wanna wake up Everything is fucked, everybody sucks You dont really know why, but you wanna justify Rrippin someones head off No human contact, and if you interact your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away mother fucker Its just wanna those days REFRAIN: Its all about the he said she said bull shit I think you better quit, lettin shit slip Or youll be leavin with a fat lip Its all about the he said she said bull shit I think you better quit, talkin that shit Its just one a those days Feelin like a fraight train First one to complain, leaves with a blood stain Damn right, Im a maniac You better watch your back Cuz im fuckin up your program And if you feel stuck up, you just mucked up Next in line to get ffucked up, Your best bet is to stay away mother fucker Its just one of those days REFRAIN So come and get it I feel like shit My suggestion is to keep your distance Cuz right now Im dangerous We've all felt like shit,been treated like shit All those mother fuckers That wanna step up I hope you know im like a chain saw I'll skin your ass raw Aand if my day keeps goin this way I just might Break something tonight (2X) Im like a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin this way I just might Break your fuckin face tonight Gimmie somethin to break (3X) How bout your fuckin face I hope you know Im like a chainsaw (what) A chainsaw (what) A mother fuckin chainsaw (what) So come and get it REFRAIN So come and get it

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