1 - Intro (ABK) Walking trails, soaked by our tears Traveling miles and miles from home Blood still stains the ground we walked Soaking into the roots of trees Giving strength to Mother Earth This land is not their land Head held high above the torment Tousands die in wars Murdered, killed, and slaughtered Hear the hearts of our lost warriors Beating to the pounding drum This ground was once ours Now a wasteland of destruction Polluting the waters we drink Polluting the air we breathe Forced in the corner suffocating Outcasts grouping for the next to ride Through a smoke filled remonition Tellers of the future speaking of the new beginning One warrior will rise to defend against this place A killa of anybody, who goes against you and I Thousands of souls giving him power Anybody kills until the future is fulfilled Through darkness light shines under the rain from the diamonds Showering upon the same roots Roots that we shared with blood Let those roots bring the tree The tree that brings truth to this beginning 2 - Close Call (ABK) Right place right time close call what does it matter? Clean get away keeping my dirty pockets fatter Smooth operation plans well thought out Hands in the air is what I'm talking about No doubt call me a warrior running with a hatchet The one crazy native representing Psychopathic Down for the D cause the D is where I struggle Underground wicked shit muthafackooo (Chorus x2) Do you want that native shit? (Yes we want that native shit) Do you want that crazy shit? (Yes we want that crazy shit) Do you want that wicked shit? (Yes we want that wicked shit) Do you run with a hatchet? (Yes we run with a hatchet) "Twenty thousand hardcore members, fourty thousand county affiliates, and twenty thousand more not organized, but ready to fight, sixty thousand soldiers. Now they ain't but twenty thousand police in the whole town. Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? 3 - Kill Me (ABK) You betta kill me or you die 40 sipping bullets filling the sky When Anybody Killa ride ain't no stopping me Bulletproof preventing you from popping me Unless your targets on my face don't think to call yourself a G Cause me and my heater don't like no set tripping hoes bugging hard in my warzone Crack ya dome to the skull, blame it on the alchohol Mixed it with the tylonol, and peel ya body off the wall (Chorus) You betta kill me or you die! (DIE!) I was put here to kill people, that's the reason that I'm alive You betta kill me or you die! (DIE!) I was put here to kill people, that's the reason that I'm alive (ABK) Bitch, I'll kill you for your necklace And drag your ass behind my ride around the hood on some "I'm just being senseless" And flash the brights at the cops like "FUCK YA'LL" Keep ya bitches on your toes, better duck ya'll 3 bullets enter into the automobile Now ones coughing blood and the other hug the steerimg wheel Now I'm peeling out down the alleyway ABK is a killa and the killa don't play (Chorus) You betta kill me or you die! (DIE!) I was put here to kill people, that's the reason that I'm alive You betta kill me or you die! (DIE!) I was put here to kill people, that's the reason that I'm alive (ABK) Say I'mma dead man? Bitch that's my homie Blaze And we been choking mothafuckas since the old days See it's something about choking a mothafucka out That makes you wanna scream and shout and rip his motherfucking soul out Stab you in the side with a machete blade And watch the blood trickle down like black cherry kool-aid Cause I don't want you livin', and plus this killa high So if you steppin' better kill me or you fucking die (Chorus x2) You betta kill me or you die! (DIE!) I was put here to kill people, that's the reason that I'm alive You betta kill me or you die! (DIE!) I was put here to kill people, that's the reason that I'm alive 4 - Sticky Icky Situations featuring Violent J, Blaze, and Esham (Violent J) ABK, Come on! (Anybody Killa) My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothing So I met him in the parking lot said I'ma killer and then I rushed him Sometimes I feel like a nut Running through the neighborhood tearing shit up Straight jacking mothafuckas just to smoke a blunt Sometimes I feel that my heads fucked up And it really sucks I hear voices telling me to do it (Do it) How would you act if you had to live through it? Turning back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head getting whacked Do I smoke too much cause I choke too much? Are you mad cause I keep stealing your roaches? Yo Mike P (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff (Always) Weed fucking with my head, man I'm too damn high Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Sho' you right) Man I can smell it in yo pocket (What's that smell? Roll it up) Sandwich bag filled up but you ain't got enough Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy Cause when a drought comes he might be yo main supply Me and J steady smoking pounds So at least have a sack when you see us around Like you ain't heard man we flipping the scripts So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) When I pass it to you bitch pass it back Bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at? B-L-A-Z-E, A-B-K And we got Esham and Violent J Juggalos outside in the parking lot Because ya'll know how we can spark a lot Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist And when we all get together we see diamond mist (Violent J) I can smoke a stick of dynomite and not be dead (*inhales* POP) I like it cause it fuck with my head I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated Now who the fuck don't like my flow? You ain't heard my words, I make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head And without it you fucks would be dead I rhyme dead and head for the 17th time We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees NIA, Ninjas In Action we be dees I like G's, I'm a cereal please I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere My homies call me Smokey the Bear Tell that pokey beware, don't come near here Don't dare unless you wanna see my axe buddy parting your hair I'm a Southwest gangbang gangsta boy Zug Island, Del Ray, I used to toy My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots Until you out like quamay's polkadots I'm trying to smoke a litte something for my dawgs who smoke They only stress and stress because they all to broke I'm like bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody Killa Blowing Indian Tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas Ghetto scrubs flipping nubs at thugs We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eating dead bugs I'm trying to say anything that rhymes So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine (Blaze Ya Dead Homie 2x) Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all night Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weeds that tight Sticky icky situations, dehydrated Cotton mouth creeping, the gang got me faded (Esham) I'm in the water with the sharks bleeding That's why I be a killa for no reason, speeding My flows dope like OZ's and crush pounds and trees and I'm all season Veteran, no one does it better than they (We) E and J, ABK And that's my man and them (What's up?) And I always blow gats with them Detroit playas to advanced for them We buying out the bar we don't dance with them So if you ever get a chance to glance at them Baby boy say holla back, answer him H-u-s-t-l-e-r Yes that's what the hell we are See, me and Blaze, wicked ways Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2k's I can walk on water, spit fire and ice Chinese secrets making wine from rice Still shoot dice up against the wall So nice, still f-u-c-k the po-lice Think twice like the 3 blind mice But don't give me no advice I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist And still pimp hoes like Heidi Fleiss 5 - Your Neden's Haunted (ABK) Motha Fucka Get away from here while you still have the chance. Go, run, ahhhhh BLAAAAM! Up in the club Eastside, hoop ride, true juggalo scrub They know me up in valet parking They know me don't be parking there cause they charging Where the fuck these bitches at? I be the Anybody Killa with the gitchy sack I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke, FUCK THAT! Snake skin hatchet gear with the alphabet hat, beyotch I'm ready bring all these hoes Sick of hood rats at party stos Everybody knows, I'm heading down town At the shelter, St. Andrews, underground I want a gothic bitch I don't know, all leather To come and fuck this thug when I'm on the teather I'm like Cinderella cause I'm on the clock So I'm asking for the pussy right up on the spot I'm like.. "What up you little freaky gothic bitch? You ever fucked a juggalo killa before?" "Look, I have a haunted neden." "SHIT! It's all in the good. I got a haunted dick piece, besides, it's raining diamonds. I ain't scared" Haunted schmaunted (Bitch!) You know I like the wicked shit you ain't got to flaunt it Let's head to your crib, you can jibber-jab We'll head upstairs and I'll give it a stab She took her panties off and the door shut behind me Oh yeah, her neden's haunted, don't remind me Her panties were scary though I will admit With the tag reading Woolworth's 1986 I almost needed a crowbar, a hammer, and a pile driver Just to get my fucking nub up inside her She had bush for acres, unexplored terrain By the time I finished cutting it had growed again Bend her legs back and used a wood chipper Shaved the first half down and quickly flipped her Ok, now spread your legs, ahhhhhhh vampire bat Winged rats, bitch you got a haunted ass (Chorus) Your neden's haunted, (you got parasites and poltergeists) Your neden's haunted, (with that demon neden you ain't right) Your neden's haunted, (you been fucking frankenstein in there) Your neden's haunted, (Bitch go get that shit an exorcism) Bats flying out of her puss, so what? My dead homie Blaze be doing that with his butt I'm still fucking her (You got a jimmy?) Do I got one? I'm rocking a Lumbee Indian witch doctor condom I can hop a landmine wearing that shit It might blow my ass up but wouldn't scratch my dick Shit I challenge your ghost, I got ghosts of my own So bitch open a portal, walk and bring that shit home Fucking this bitch was like fucking Anna Nicole Smith Just a fat dumbass silly fucking dumb bitch Nothing more, nothing less I pulled the snappy off and I aimed for her chest The only ghost she had right about then Was the mysterious white orbs I left on her chin That night I'm sleeping giving the dick rest When it fucking came alive, my shit was possessed Your nuts, we want your nuts We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts Your nuts we, want your nuts Please don't, please fuck dirty butts (Repeat) Some of that OLD SCHOOL Some of that 'Master (Chorus) Your neden's haunted, (you got parasites and poltergeists) Your neden's haunted, (with that demon neden you ain't right) Your neden's haunted, (you been fucking frankenstein in there) Your neden's haunted, (Bitch go get that shit an exorcism) Your neden's haunted, (Bitch go get that shit an exorcism) Your neden's haunted, (Bitch go get that shit an exorcism) Your neden's haunted, (you been fucking frankenstein in there) Your neden's haunted, (Bitch go get that shit an exorcism) 6 - Ghetto Neighbor featuring Paris and Monoxide Child "Ok what are we gonna do now?" "We're going back. It's the only choice we got." "Yeah, a real choice. And have the city cops come and bust our heads." "We got something else for em." "Yeah, what?" "A truce. I guess it's still on" They call me ghetto neighbor, (WHAT!?) I don't give a fuck Sounds bumping all night steadily waking you up Homies banging on the door because I'm slanging the tree 24 hour weed spot, buy 2 get one free Every week another piece of property getting stolen Checking in you little buster watch your eye get swollen Neighborhood badass, I think the whole block hates me Whatusee is a psycho motherfucker acting crazy Ever since the young age of 13 Same house, different neighbors, and they all blame me For all them cars that got stolen The windows that got broken A handful of jewelry that the cops caught me holding (Psyche!) I never been caught for a crime that I commited I never seen a fat ass lick and didn't hit it All the murders that they claiming I ain't stressing that shit Cause if you got the evidence then come convict me bitch (Chorus) Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my We neighbors ya'll Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my I brings the drama Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor (Monoxide Child) Cars and stray dogs always fucking up my grass And everytime you see me coming you know I'm about to ask Where your 5 at? I'm buying weed in 10 sacks And fuck a bitch at Burger King just to get some free snacks Standing on my porch in a robe I got some top tens with no shoe strings, I'm out cold In the cold, hoping ain't nothing My eye catch and running pockets like a campaign rep is getting snatched Dice game on the side of the crib I'm shooting dollar in this motherfucker, who else in? And the cops got a problem with me, who knows why? Probably cause I got a couple tagged cars in my driveway I keep it ghetto like the whitest of trash Selling food stamps for cash just to get up on the phat pad So when you see me on your block watch your back Cause Monoxide will lay a mothafucka out flat (Chorus) Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my We neighbors ya'll Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my I brings the drama Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor (Paris) Who's that nigga slash Nasdaq sponsored ass? Soldier devils never love, fucking up your country club Bailing through the gates, raising hatred in they eyes Why try to calculate when niggas make it when I ride by Though you can't stand seeing any non-European Having things, what a shame niggas come, then you fleeing But we won't, titties too, to take advantage, better school Bigger plots, acre lots, pushing Benz and selling stocks Guess who coming to dinner in your area? Know you hate to share it I love it when I'm scaring the Bitches in my neighborhood, I'm brutal on your whole committee Never seemed to see how niggas coming from the city pretty But we rolling, folding the cash holding Bitch, I'm showing out, keep my bidness out yo mouth Clownin' all them racist hoes Juggalos know a devil should Ruckus on my cul de sac There go the neighborhood (Chorus) Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my We neighbors ya'll Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my I brings the drama Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor (Thats my muthafuckin' Skylark on blocks!) Thats right muthafucka!! Psychopathic is your (Ghetto Neighbor) My man Paris and all that Guerilla Funk is your (Ghetto Neighbor) Monox boogie, setting this track, cuz ya'll know hes my (Ghetto Neighbor) So now that we neighbors, throw up your muthafuckin' hood! (Chorus) Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my We neighbors ya'll Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my I brings the drama Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor 7 - Come Out to Play featuring Jamie Madrox and Violent J (ABK) Where you at motherfucker? Heard you been talking shit But everytime I come around it's like you seem to forget Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lips In other words you'll be a dead little punk ass bitch I won't forget you everytime I'm pissing over your grave Or when I'm slanging peyote in hoods that you once claimed Learn about the tribe you're dissing cause we all ain't the same Tomahawk steady swinging as I'm dancing for rain So come and play with me at least until the sky turns grey Shooting off my arrows like AK's Amazing situations, four colors of man Represent the wicked nation Underground street level, running it's course Keeping you shady bitches scared to come up off your porch So come and hang with me, unless you blaming me Because the native hydro keeps changing me (Chorus Violent J and ABK) Come and play with me, even if it means your death Come and play with me (you hated me), my tomahawk swings right to left You bitches wait and see, I'll be a juggalo to my very last breath And you hate to see, these hatchetmen up on our chest Come and play with me (ABK) Warriors, come out and play Roaches are straight I'm ABK I'd rather be dead than fade away All my life I been a scrub I wouldn't change a day What I'm saying, quit playing, I'ma tell you how it's laying See me in the streets Psychopathic chain just swaying Anybody Killa so it ain't no delaying Dead bodies 6 feet in the ground decaying When I come out with the serial numbers on my gun out The tribal war paint on my face will make you run out Bust shots in the sky and shoot the sun out And keep busting the clip until every last one out Erasing all the drama that this world brings Moonlight shines bright on shattered dreams Keep away from a killa with a gat that fiends And get your own fucking bullshit schemes (Chorus) Come and play with me, even if it means your death Come and play with me (you hated me), my tomahawk swings right to left You bitches wait and see, I'll be a juggalo to my very last breath And you hate to see, these hatchetmen up on our chest Come and play with me (Jamie Madrox) Twiztid Madrox and the ABK Buying automatic weapons from renegades and Bombay Fuck Alize and them fake ass pimps We the sharks in the water ya'll popcorn shrimps So you can eat my cocktail sauce and ass Throw an East in the air when we walk past, think fast You can be a hater with a lot to say But you talking from the door so come out and play (Chorus) Come and play with me, even if it means your death Come and play with me (you hated me), my butcher knife swings right to left You bitches wait and see, I'll be a juggalo to my very last breath And you hate to see, these hatchetmen up on our chest Come and play with me Come and play with me, even if it means your death Come and play with me (you hated me), my tomahawk swings right to left You bitches wait and see, I'll be a juggalo to my very last breath And you hate to see, these hatchetmen up on our chest Come and play with me These hatchetmen up on our chest These hatchetmen up on our chest These hatchetmen up on our chest These hatchetmen up on our chest 8 - Hated Me (ABK) If you ever started hating me, how would you act? Like you never fucking knew me and you ain't got my back If you ever started hating me, what would you do? Try and stab me in the back when I'm just passing through If you ever started hating me, fuck it that's it Let it be known that you're a hater and you're just full of shit If you ever started hating me, then cast your stone Underground is better living then your mainstream home If you ever started hating me, then take it to the streets Detroit, Eastside 7 mile is where we'll meet If you ever started hating me, then watch your back You'd be surprised what hood rats would do for crack If you ever started hating me, then keep your distance Why the fuck would you want to be up in my business? If you ever started hating me, it's not my fault You just probably never liked me from the start motherfucker (Chorus) I say fuck you And offer no apologies For my mythologies I be just how I be and I be wicked, too (WICKED WILD!) So fuck your family If they damnin me And don't try banning me This hatchet fam insanity How can it be uncandidly (ABK) If you ever started hating me, then don't come around Cause I don't think you're gonna like it if I'm beating you down Pistol whipping motherfuckers for the shit that they say Like my names the only reason that I act this way If you ever started hating me, then hold your breath Cause it just might be the last thing that you have left Grabbing on to your life moving closer to death Cause juggalos are getting fed up with the shit that you spread If you ever started hating me, then bitch fuck you If it's that way motherfucker then I hate you to Tell your family eat a dick I hope they whole crew dies And they never fucking make it up to Shangri-La If you ever started hating me, then rest in peace Cause all the enemies I have are pretty much deceased Dedicated to the dark cause their soul was never wanted So now I pray that their afterlife is fucking haunted (Chorus) I say fuck you And offer no apologies For my mythologies I be just how I be and I be wicked, too (WICKED WILD) So fuck your family If they damnin me And don't try banning me This hatchet fam insanity How can it be uncandidly (ABK) I can't help what I feel when I write so I'mma tell it And I hope to all the haters that this shit is spreading The only reason there's haters is cause they feel left out No life, no home cause juggalos shut them out So now they hide behind computers acting hard when they soft I swear to God I hope they're fingers fall off I can't stand them, to tell the truth I just don't need them around So when I see ya I'ma teach ya how to get smacked down If you ever started hating me, just fall off the earth Because the soul your body carries really has no worth Understand the situation homie hate me or not Or is it yourself that you hate, that's why your stomache's in knots Always feeling left out cause you don't fit in So now you spread around this hate and still act like a friend But time will only tell how much your hatred grows That's why we always screaming fuck a juggahoe (Chorus) I say fuck you And offer no apologies For my mythologies I be just how I be and I be wicked, too (WICKED WILD) So fuck your family If they damnin me And don't try banning me This hatchet fam insanity How can it be uncandidly WICKED WILD WICKED WILD "Well?" "Well..some stupid outfit almost got them but they walked away fast, last ones probly crawling with cops. Cops are trying to rack up every gang in this town. ("Yeah") Me and you included." "How come you look so happy about all this?" "I'm having a good time!" 9 - Tools featuring Blaze (ABK) 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 in sight that's worth (Gimme dat) Somebody stabbing 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 Roaming the streets, mean mugging police Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece (What's up?) So now I feel that I owe it to ya'll 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 x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero (ABK) Face facts (What?) do the math You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that (Hell Naw!) Wait a minute let me tell the truth I'm relaxed like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool Walk away just keeping my cool Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue No trace, no motive, no body, no clue Yo Blaze am I right? (WOOP WOOP) That's what the fuck I've been trying to say Me and my whole damn family acting 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 x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) 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 Ya Dead Homie) I'm bored as they come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some The streets are talking I be listening, hearing Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask 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 Murda, Colton Grundy the rest You see me packing 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 right I foze for mine Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shine Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberys I do it for the streets and the money, so respect me (Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero 10 - While You're Sleeping featuring Blaze (ABK) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray my dreams don't slowly creep Caught up in a web with no escape Something the mind can't break unless you wide awake Have you ever had a nightmare, and been scared? Then woke up in the morning and forgot it was there Then the shit really happens like deja-vu But you sit back and act like you never knew The same situation happened in my life And I feel that I sould tell it cause the timing is right Now the only reason that I'm speaking is cause I'm teaching Thinking if I let it out my head'll stop tweaking Mixed emotions caused from stress That reunite when you lay your head down to rest It's like creatures of the night leaving nothing but bad news And things about the future that might make you confused I remember way back in the day At the age of 13 before moms passed away The dreams that I had people said weren't right Like the evilness of afterlife lurking at night Candle light blew out, bed stops shaking Down on my knees praying askin to be taken To another life where it's safer than this Not a dream but reality I hope for this wish But it never came true so I'm stuck in this place Just a native acting crazy that keeps changing his face Searching for the final answer so I can spread the word Now that you really see me I'm just asking to be heard We all in this together so they call us night crawlers Think the worlds feeling weary because we getting smarter Silohettes in the hallway, dead men holla Can't sleep at night cause the spirits won't allow ya (Blaze) "You know being dead, I remember thinking death would be horrible and terrifying. Shit, I mean that's what everybody thinks. But now, having died and shit, I can now see everything. Like every question the living have, I now know the answers to. It's like I'm awake now, and living was just a dream." Call me the dream catcher, Mother Earth smoker Peyote pack these pipes hallucinating toker Blessed with the wisdom that you see in my eyes Don't be surprised if you ever think you caught up inside Like the awakaning of life, or the passion of death That keeps you jumping up in shivers from ice cold breath Now you swear you're being followed everytime that you rest Or you feel sharp pains drilling deep in your chest I don't expect anyone to believe if they don't want to But don't expect yourself to rest in peace if spirits haunt you Make your choice people dream it or not It's time to look into the situation we got Pinpoint the whole problem, get rid of all the anger Release all the stress before the world becomes a stranger Medicine man above your headboard with a dream catcher In the blood of the boogie man warrior'll protect you 11 - Hollowpoint "Two seperate worlds, opposites, yet alike in so many many ways. Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The war of good vs 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 tipped bullet" Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa Dark carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (Anybody!) Mood changes, time to rearrange So love a dinosaur that you can't tame I bring pain (bring pain) what you think I'm playing a game Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim (YUP ... YUP!) Fuck a balla, I represent the 313 Where Tek 9's and green trees is a luxury This how it is and I ain't changing for shit Fuck the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to trip I'm sick and tired of fucking waiting for you wanna be 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 juggahoes until I load up my glock Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking problems (Psychopathically) And all the gunplay that you hear Is my homies trying to solve them (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm dying to use Play games with this killa and your destined to lose Mental stress (Yup) keeping me alive (me alive) Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the night Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass bitches Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches I'm just an average individual, street slanging convict Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up quick You ask my name (ABK!), you know the game ain't changed Labeled as a killa, busting caps all the same As any other mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude Running through the streets, acting rude So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus And continue with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!) Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who dissagree Let these hollow points change ya mind! (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same I feel the urge to murder, theres no need to cure me Seven lives, 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 getting choked up And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up The types of shit most people call unreal But its the thing that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill Crazy, ballistic, cause my head is a train With the empty fucking 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 hollow points drill into you What type of person do you think that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? What's up?) Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP (fades) "Ok let's get down to it, boppers. We're gonna have to do better out there. Our friends just made it past the minor league teams. Remember boppers...be lookin' good!" 12 - If You Don't Know featuring Shaggy 2 Dope (ABK) If ya don't know, now ya know if ya don't know, now ya know. First off let me speak There's some crazy motherfuckers I've been dying to teach About the ways of the underground How it's been around and around by adding those terrifying sounds We go way from the east to the west To the north and the south, juggalos hear me out You wanna know about me? Well it's time for me to tell ya But it sounds so familiar Known on the streets as ABK Busting caps at the strays with the rusty ass throw away If you're scared turn the lights on I can see your heart steady pounding though I bet it won't last long Pack the weed in the bong, take a hit Then reminisce about some bullshit That's how it is when you're outta control A little something that I thought you should know (Chorus x4) Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us? (ABK) Did you learn a little bit from the rhymes that I spit? If not well it goes like this I'm crazy, fucked in the brain People say that I'm goin insane Because the life that I chose underneath the concrete Deep where the dead sleep and the killas reap Away from the sun cause it hurts my eyes Like a vampire, only come around at night Brand new, fuck you Blood, sweat, and tears now it's time for me to break through Been such an outcast in so many ways Now it's time to clean my head out make you all amazed Words that I speak leave your ears infected No need for bodyguards I'm my own protection There's only 2 things that I need My juggalo family and a bag from JD (Chorus x4) Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us? Do you know? (16x) (Shaggy) Well, me and ABK we be like (Hold up man you got to many cases on your hand) Besides, if I told you then I'd have to choke ya Chop ya, cut ya, Shaggy'll smoke ya To much dirt that I can't speak Now that you think you know, you don't know I'll put my kids on it If it makes you think, go ahead light a joint Cause you don't know, that's the point (Chorus x8) Tell me why the hell does everybody in this world wanna know about us? 13 - Foodang featuring Blaze (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK) Why you trying to play me foo dang? (Foo Dang) Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang? Teeth bang on the streets serving heads all night Some of us just ain't living right (Yaay Yaay) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) I know this stupid bitch who think she know me She even wanna call me Blaze her Dead Homie Bitch keep your mouth shut cause you 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 with a 12 gauge You know who you are speaking my name, playing games and saying things you know he's acting like something changed But I know you are repping your fancy car Little money foo danging at the titty bar (Bitch) 7 dicks shoved in your box nightly, is she fucking? Is she fucking? For the right price he might be Stank hoe, I never pay for ass So take a stray cat, and shove it in your flat ass Get up out my face with that foo dang drama Where'd you learn that shit? Man she get it from her mamma I say foo, you say dang Foo (Fuck You) Dang (Fuck You) Some one say fo sho, yeah I'm in the house Yeah I'm in the house (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK) Why you trying to play me foo dang? (Foo Dang) Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang? Teeth bang on the streets serving heads all night Some of us just ain't living right (Yaay Yaay) (Anybody Killa) I foo dang on the daily, go ahead and call me shady Bad boy on the streets starting static since the 80's So why you gotta front? Try and play me like a punk If you keep talking shit you gonna end up in my trunk Jacking beats from bustas, we foo dang like that Robbing hoes for they gold then trade it in for a sack Don't even think for a second that we high class 40 drinking freaks with some dank and a nice ass Secret identity with some Eastside conflict Bitches make me sick if they don't foo dang dick Keep it real when I try, keep it real bad Tired of trippin over all the bodies that I shot with the gat Hunt you down with my automobile, roll down the window slow (What's up, homes?) 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 "Yo killa, this is Tadpole. Got your number from this bitch I know. I was the guy following you home from the signing you did. Yo, man why didn't you pull over? I ain't no hound dog or nothing..but I..." (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK) Why you trying to play me foo dang? (Foo Dang) Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang? Teeth bang on the streets serving heads all night Some of us just ain't living right (Yaay Yaay) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK) Foo dang is what I call a hoe without a pistol Walking all alone (there she go), and if I see you it's on I'm calling out old janky bitches with no heart Dogs with no bite that wanna bark Repping gold is like a crip wearing red in my hood And I'll slap you with a bat like a G should (Bitch!) Bitch check yourself into the crackhead clinic You can't get no crack bringing a bag with bottles in it Foo danging with a hatchet come and get your ass kicked If you beer bottle then I really wanna smash it Selling weed filled with stems and seeds Same shit for 550 but you askin a G Now that's the kinda shit that makes the mind go crazy 2 packs of Ports a day and I just can't take it I swear if one more hero tries to flex in my face I'll go foo dang around the globe and make the whole world change (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie & ABK) Why you trying to play me foo dang? (Foo Dang) Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang? Teeth bang on the streets serving heads all night Some of us just ain't living right (Yaay Yaay) 14 - Gang Related featuring ICP (Gangsta!) (Anybody Killa) Now if you got your hat tilted to the side And you're always down to jack a bitch for her ride Or the colors that your rep, make others upset Then you might be.... GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) Never once been seen alone Ever since you can remember you was fully grown Slanging rocks on the block With a knot in your sock Then you might be.... GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) Murder rap, notches all on your belt Robbery and selling trees the only jobs that you held Been to more damn funerals than the reverend himself Then you might be.... GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) In and out the penitenary With no thought of graduation or a fucking degree Still clocking cheese from what you learned on the streets Then you might be.... GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) (Chorus) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) (Violent J) Do you wear the hatchetman? (Yeah?) You in a gang, and your ass better be ready to do that thang You rep the JRB and you will never switch (JRB?) JUGGALO RYDAS BITCH! Do you beat your girlfriends who diss your boys? Did your crews name originate in Illinois? Do you cross your enemies out with a K? Then you gang related too muthafucka, like Violent J (Anybody Killa) I'm always asked if I'm gang related By police and the public and I'm starting to hate it If I wasn't already, that would sure make me think About the prolems that I have and what I do to be free Besides, gang related's such a harsh word For now I'll call a bunch of homies taking over the world (YAAY YAAY!) Willing to die for everything that we built The battleground we call turf where haters come to be killed (Chorus) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (POP POP POP POP) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) (Violent J) Do you participate in gang related activities 03's, 211's, 187's (GANG RELATED) If you do, that's ok, fuck we all do I'm only saying you gang related too, bitch (GANG RELATED) Take Anybody Killa, I know him But I wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw him (GANG RELATED) He's fucking crazy as hell, you wouldn't know Right now he's chewing holes in the floor here at the studio I don't even wanna do this But he asked me to and I'm scared of his pistol whips We're all sick in the hatchet's hatchery But I just happen to be the master of bitch-slappery The bottom line is, I won't say it again Until you play it again, if your gang related (GANG RELATED) Hope you're my friend, cause if I see you wearing some shit I don't like I'm shutting your cranium down with a lead pipe! (GANG RELATED) (Chorus) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be (What What?) You might be, GANG RELATED (Ain't nothing wrong) (Shaggy 2 Dope) Hahahahahaha, you know what man, you just MIGHT be In spite of your own knowledge of it, a gangster, gang-o-bodicious maximus-maximum boogie-woogie ryda, a.k.a gang related, YOU DELAPIDATED MUTHAFACKOOO! You might be, gang related (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be, gang related (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be, gang related (Ain't nothing wrong) You might be, gang related (Ain't nothing wrong) YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED (GANG RELATED) YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED (GANG RELATED) YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED (GANG RELATED) YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED (GANG RELATED) YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED (GANG RELATED) YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED (GANG RELATED) YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED (GANG RELATED) YOU MIGHT BE! YOU MIGHT BE, GANG RELATED (GANG RELATED) Can we fucking gangbang you later? "This is what we fought all nite to get back to? Maybe I'll just take off." "You know that's what I'm tryin to do" "Where have you ever been?" "I never been anywhere. I just know I'd like it." "Come on, let's go!" 15 - In The City (ABK) Somewhere out on that horizon Out beyond the neon lights I know there must be something better But there's nowhere else in sight It's survival in the city When you live from day to day City streets don't have much pity When you're down, that's where you'll stay (Chorus) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (ABK) I know there must be something better (Far away from the neon sky) I know there must be something better (Far away from the city lights) I know there must be something better (Far away from the neon sky) I know there must be something better (I need a blunt so I can get high) I was born here in the city With my back against the wall Nothing grows, and life ain't very pretty No one's there to catch you when you fall Somewhere out on that horizon Far away from the neon sky I know there must be something better And I can't stay another night (Chorus) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city (what, what, whoop, whoop, hey, hey) In the city I know there must be something better (Far away from the neon sky) I know there must be something better (Far away from the city lights) I know there must be something better (Far away from the neon sky) I know there must be something better (I need a blunt so I can get high) (Repeat and fade)