ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) lyrics - Hatchet Warrior

Hollowpoint

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[Intro: Syn] Two seperate worlds, opposites Yet alike in so many many ways Both of these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other The war of good versus 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 tip bullet [Verse 1] Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa Dark Carnival psychopathic wig spiltta (Anybody) Move and change it's time to rearrange So love a dinosaur that you can't tame I bring pain, what you think I'm playin a game? Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim Fuck a balla, I represent the 313 With tech nines and green tree it's a luxury That's how it is and I ain't changin for shit Walk the earth mean muggin, waitin for someone to trip I'm sick and tired of fuckin waitin for you wannabe 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 unitl I load up my glock Cuz in Detroit we got mother fuckin problems And all the gun play that you hear is my homies tryin to solve them [Hook x2] You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) [Verse 2] I got a brand new tech that I'm dyin to use Play games with this killa and you destined to loose Mental stress, keepin me alive Sniffin lines of gunpowder to start off the night Curbside gangbanger with some mark ass bitches Gun smoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches I'm just an average individual, street slangin convict Pocket full of bullets ready to use 'em up quick You ask my name (ABK), you know the game ain't changed Labeled as a killa bustin caps all the same As any other mother fucker with a piece and little bit of attitude Runnin through the streets actin rude So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus And continue with the magic that I practice with the lotus Psychopathic and I'm down for life And anyone who disagree let these hollowpoints change your mind [Hook x2] You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) [Verse 3] I feel the urge to murder, there's no need to cure me Civilized 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 gettin choked up And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up The type of shit that most people call unreal But it's the thing that makes you feel the way to deal is just to kill Crazy ballistic cause my head is untrained With the empty fuckin wallet so there's so much to gain If I appeal to you do you think I keep it real with you? Turn your back and let my hollowpoints drill in you What type of person do you think that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you Cuz the ones that gettin shot are the ones that deserve to [Hook x2] You can't tell me anythang Hollowpoints control the game I can tell ya once they're triggered Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa)

Asylum

SUPERTRAMP
Jimmy Cream was keen, his brain was always winnin', I jcan't keep tabs on mine-it's really quite a joke. I see him down the road. I ask if he'd be willing To lend me 15p-i'm dying for a smoke. Don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum. I'm just as sane as anyone It's just a game I play for fun-for fun. I told em-look!-I said I'm not the way you're thinkin', Just when I'm down i'll be the clown. I'll play the fool. Please don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum I'm just as sane as anyone It's just a game i play for fun-for fun. Will he take a sailboat ride? He is very likely to. Will he tell you hi's alive? He is always trying to, But nothin', no nothin does he say In the morning when the days begun -'' Hello, Good morning , how are you?'' And in the evening or the noonday sun -''What a lovely afternoon!'' Well ive been living next to you. Bluesy monday is the one day that they come here when they haunt me and they taunt me in my cage I mock them all they're feelin small they got no answer don't arrange tto have me sent to no asylum it's only a game i play for fun ive been foolin everyone-everyone Will eh take a sailboat ride? he is very likely to Will he feel good inside? he aint ever likely to will he tell you he's alive he is always trying to but nothin no nothin does he ever say in the morning when the days begun -''do you think it looks like rain''? and in the evening or the noonday sun -''you know i nearly missed my train'' well ive been living next to you my friend is it the beginning or the sorry end? will i ever see it through? ive never been insane oh what's the game? i believe im dying... he's mad, mad , mad... not quite right... Oooooooo.....

I Will Be Grateful For This Day, I Will Be Gratefu

BRIGHT EYES
I had a girl I knew, She grew, became a woman now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown We used to roll the windows down and play the music loud Smoking out in her car Lost in west Omaha And we'd get drunk and kiss, our bodies twist like shoelaces And we never came untied I guess you were just my type You know that summer never stopped, I still pretend I'm there The band's in the living room The neighbors, they never cared So when I sat behind the drumset Your heartbeat's what I tried to play But with the kick and snare so careless, not in time So you got ahead of me And I guess I'm still dragging behind I had a friend who changed his name but couldn't change himself Never quite figured out How to deal with what life had dealt He put a needle in his arm to calm his handsome hell Who would've imagined it Could've worked out so well? Now he's a shape that moves like echoes through my empty room And there's a voice that speaks Like someone's right behind me I turned around and found exactly what you would expect The clothes I left on my floor The papers piled on my desk But where the ink is wet, the cause, effects, what's meant by it? The story that is incomplete The picture's left unfinished So I am writing my own ending I let my pen bleed black or blue And I will color in the meaning It will be gold and green and true And I'll learn to love my new discovered proof I'll be grateful for this day I will be grateful for each day to come

I Will

BRAVEHEARTS "Bravehearted"
[Chorus-Wiz and Jungle] Now when I pull out that thang You know what I'ma do You's a dead motha fucka Or when I catch you wit no dough Without ya whole crew You be walkin through the whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear Your mere mortal life I take it And you know that, I Will [Verse 1- Wiz] All my niggas is rude All my niggas'll shoot Every thought with emotion All the generals will will proof That we get at this paper Back smack these fools Do whatever for the cheddar Even clap that dude I'm even yellin', ain't no tellin What my niggas'll do When we start movin' ill That's when you know it ain't cool It ain't safe man This nigga watchin' my slang That's when he wanted to hang That's when he pledged to my gang But we don't fuck wit no badges Unless they takin' the blame Of a 20 corpse masacare And never sayin' my name Blastin' ya Never doin' a thang I never heard nothin, seen nothin Anyway My Braveheart (?) will wet you Hit you forget you Throw the cops off That nigga Wiz is a boss I don't respect you Hit 'em up with AK's Bet you never come back When I get you, nigga [Chorus] Now when I pull out that thang You know what I'ma do You's a dead motha fucka Or when I catch you wit no dough Without ya whole crew You be walkin through the whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear Your mere mortal life I take it And you know that, I Will [Verse 2-Jungle] Anywhere you see me standin' I make it like my block Ya wanna call the cops Cause my fo-five blocked I put you in the hospital Picture me poppin' you Standin' over top of you Survival's impossible A miracle My bullets be tearin' you Blood out ya bullet wounds Ya condition be critical I'm invisible Bangin' wit my gang My SK wit the scope Hit you long range And I know, You don't wanna die I cant see it in ya eyes That ya life is a lie I'ma, mastermind Always on the grind From Alabama to Atlanta Sellin' them pies My homie's doin' time Comin' home spittin' rhymes I get a nigga a nine And a handful of dimes Henny no chaser Roll a dutch, not paper Lets get this money now Nigga, never later [Chorus] Now when I pull out that thang You know what I'ma do You's a dead motha fucka Or when I catch you wit no dough Without ya whole crew You be walkin through the whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear Your mere mortal life I take it And you know that, I Will [Verse 3- Wiz and (Jungle)] Now how we do wit snitch? (They get the street death penalty) (3 shots in tha head) (Tha mutha fuckin remedy) Nigga told on the whole family! (Yeah son we gon get him) (Bullets is gon hit him) (I don't care who wit him) So we jump in the V (Now we lookin for his crib) (Circle where he live) (Yo, look! There it is) Runnin' up the steps to the bitch Who snitched on my partner (Ay yo, yo, knock on the door son) (Shot his father!) Lettin off some low shots Bullets barkin and sparkin (We killin anybody) (In the apartment) On the getaway (Gun's out joggin to the cars) I think that nigga NaShawn Popped a little too far (Ay yo, Wiz) (There goes a witness!) Jungle handle ya business, nigga I'ma pull up wit the car wit the quickness (Fuck a courtcase) (I shot him in the face) And if the cops come None of these bullets goin to waste [Chorus] Now when I pull out that thang You know what I'ma do You's a dead motha fucka Or when I catch you wit no dough Without ya whole crew You be walkin through the whole hood naked, 12 Gauge behind your ear Your mere mortal life I take it And you know that, I Will [music fades til end]

Crestside

Mac Mall
(Chorus Do Thangs) Crestside It's tha Triple C Crestside It's poppin' in tha Crestside Crestside Livin' that pimp life Tryin' to get a pimp ride (Mac Mall) Shit I'll take ya way back Spittin' game longer than the gateway track It must have been a blessin' raised as an adolescent And mack 11 testin' in tha glass house Straight twamped out cuz hang gotta Caddy on them thangs Wit a phat ass TV so at age 9 I wanted that to be me And now big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk Cuz a lot of y'all fools would be outlined in chalk And I'd like to say what's up, to my nigga Ronny Wenn He's a G when it comes to strugglin' hustlin' To the top, Rest in Peace to Pop and Chris Macabee He put the Mac in me, Thats why I ride a brome today Straight game, the crestside way, we goin' pop all day Whether weed or Yay, I'm still stressin' cuz it seems like last night we lost Mike, S double, and damn God needs to let the real nigga's live, But Nokey is gone and Freddy is dead In the Crestside (Chorus) Now 95 is the day and soldiers shootin' for the game, Big Buggy's a straight killa servin' rocks on the way The Double R hit them banks wit' glocks in the Pelican Bay You disrespect the Country Club and fool prepare for the shank, This ain't no overnight shit We been at this for years Back when Finch rolled a Benz and Baby Frank was gettin' his So if you ask me, why my fondest memories is bout' shootouts And high speeds with the police Spill Hennessey for D-Boy and house Dubee, It's us against them so I stay true to the triple C 6' in the morn choppin' quit low on the St's set up shop Throughout the V to move the next key Rivals be snitchin' but cook em' all in a crock pot Floss old schools on gold shoes and let the hoes jock Crestside shit, Aliens wanna copy-cat All in a city full of squares, playa's, and dirty mack's Wanna-be gangsta's, and small tymer's tryin' to act hard Well real-ass soldiers, a chosen few rollin' like hard North of Vallejo, cuddies puttin' in the major work Open your eyes and take a look at my crazy turf. It's called the... (Chorus) Back when that Piggy P was a crooked cop Back when that K St. mob ruled the Kemper block Back when we said fuck the world, because we loved Benz Do you remeber Figgaro and tryin' to hustle for ends Hopin' that I stick to my grind and stay real to the street One day I'll talk on Mobile phones and have a Chevy Caprice Wit a couple of mounts and some slam in my trunk And a spliff of that zesty cuz we don't fuck wit' them blunts But in this day and age cuddy, this done got ill Youngsta's that won't a mill and ain't afraid to kill What the crooked game deals baby bloods gettin' spilled Now it's blunt packin' chumps that try to set up shop where we chill So it's all to the hood cuz when we mob I'm stayin' hip to the time, Got my mind on my money keep one hand on my nine On the same street corner where I was brought up and raised The only chance I get for peace is when I'm drunk or I'm blazed If this shit soundin' far-fetched and you think that I lied Grab your nuts nigga , we goin' for a ride through the Crestside (Do Thangs) This game don't stop from the Crestside O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats right (Chorus 3X) (Do Thangs) This game don't stop from the Crestside Tec nines, mack joints nigga thats right This game don't stop from the Crestside O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats right One Luv, Dolomite

You Know My Name

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "The Purity Album"
I'm SPM you know my name I'm the one that came about the dope game I've payed my dues and kept my cool I'm the one that told your kid to stay in school I'm from the streets thank god for rap I creep through my hood in the smoke gray 'llac Contridiction on my chest, versace on my clothes I got too many too many heh YO I'm shakin bakin cookies turnin rookies into vets I used to see my dreams through a foggy pyrex My lex is outside plus I got a 64 But my benz is wrapped up around a telephone pole I'm drippin candy wet and I'm swangin 84s Nothin but the screw bangin in my radio I'm blowin this mary and im sippin on sherry Give my homies mama money for his convisary My name is.. [chorus] sssss ppppp mmmmm south park mexican heh yo pass the green of weed tweedle lee tweedle la livin like a king fill the steam in my spa before I walk I gotta teach myself to crawl I started off small now I'm stronger than the law you know my name I'm SPM in this rap game I'm the creme a la cram I tell you what it is and ill tell you what it was exotic foreign minx and imported asian rugs police at my door fedaralis on my phone I guess im makin too much money with my microphone I did my time no sunshine it seems like they only wanna handcuff mine [chorus] Uh I used to be a shoe shina now I sip aunt jamima I go to sleep in europe and wake back up in china I take em break em down represent that H-Town I'm Los el Mehicano in english Charlie Brown my top is on drop and my trunk is on pop my girl is snow white in the form of a rock my hot block is in this in this rap I break againas blowin indo rollin 20 dolla pinnas dances with the wolves in my southern side hood got seven brick houses all made out of wood I'm either at the park where my homies shootin jumpas or in the limosuine gettin freaked by head huntas you know my name [chorus]

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