[Anybody Killa] 
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 
 
[Chorus] 
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains 
These are all the things that a G brings 
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral 
Streets is crucial, competition zero 
 
[Anybody Killa] 
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 (WHOOP WHOOP) 
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 
 
[Chorus] 
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains 
These are all the things that a G brings 
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral 
Streets is crucial, competition zero 
 
[Blaze] 
I’m hard as they 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 soldier 
Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders 
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 
 
[Chorus] 
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains 
These are all the things that a G brings 
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral 
Streets is crucial, competition zero 
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains 
These are all the things that a G brings 
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral 
Streets is crucial, competition zero 
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains 
These are all the things that a G brings 
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral 
Streets is crucial, competition zero 
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains 
These are all the things that a G brings 
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral 
Streets is crucial, competition zero