ترانه:
Anybody Killa Tools

I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas Straight cap peelas Walking the earth, been mean since birth Taking every damn thing

Chevy Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi' And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady

of more children Trying to get that number back around 6 billion, I'm gonna rule until then Founded this colony like a pilgrim, anybody try to ptnetrate this section or threaten we KILL

deep Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street Old school fool, pack choose the rules Confrontation, confront blazing tool

lynch 'em becomes wig split fools, wig split fools I'll pop and hit you with a millimeter glock, non-stop With my favorite fuckin' tool, tool Kingpin

't know how to build a house, but got a box a tools I'm talkin bout that pop pop pat pat bang bang blocka boom That is for tools The coop I'm in say va

chain to your brain Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya Like some Folgers [unverified] ya now Get in touch with your clothes Tellin' ya home, anybody

jar Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' some killers and everybody know who we are Get Money Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago Anybody

we threw up (threw up) At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool