[Hook]
Anybody killa, anybody killa
Killa, killa
Anybody killa, anybody killa
Killa, killa
[Verse 1: Kokane]
Anybody killa, packin' my heater
If you got a problem with me, homie, quick to meet ya
Catch a nigga slippin', put that on my griffin'
Handle it in the streets, cause real niggas don't be snitchin'
Brother, brother, brother, why can't we all be brothers?
But it's the same color, tryna kill a motherfucker
I'ma beat you to the punch, be the first to talk
Discourage a nigga when they hear the shotgun pump
Cause smarts get nice with the guns in their face
I'ma swatch these niggas, you just been erased
Cause nigga, I'm a menace, you start, I'ma finish
Ain't no forеnsics, don't leave a witness
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tray Dee]
Ovеrreacting, fully active, with the shit to the max
Crease dinkies in my fitted with a clip in my strap
Gettin' traffic like what's happenin', hit the block with the lumps
Passin' satin, gettin' blasted off the chronic on smoke
Anybody we got problems, what we goin' to smash?
You insane, that's my gang and you know we a blast
Ain't no treaty when you see me, better reach and get off
Love leavin' bust to ass niggas, leakin' the chalk
Cease with the talk, best to bring the feet at the cost
To play the game with them thangs, once the beefin' is broke
On sight, this foe's slighted, head up or they deep
Yeah, this anybody killa, don't see fuckin' with me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cold 187um]
Anybody killa on mine
Best believe when I step to ya
Homie, I'm the worst kind
And I don't need no witnesses
And when I go to work, best believe it's at a hundred percent
And I don't feel no regrets, I just squeeze the trigger
And watch you feel the wrath of my tech on the set
That's how I keep you busters in check
I don't front, talk slick, or bang on the internet
I hit you live and direct, and this gon' be a major problem
If it's any type of disrespect, so run up and brush a lot
But I bet the outcome gon' be tragic, and you bein' fatally fucked
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Xzibit]
It's that whoop wham, goddamn, California hologram
Don't get caught up in the illusion
You catch an ambulance
Uber, overweigh your maneuver and make that hammer dance
I don't judge or come to conclusions, shit your pants
All hell could break loose, I just pour another Grey Goose
And poof, niggas produce them heaters and shoot
You can get lit up like the skies at Beirut
And follow suit with fortified troops, I boomerang with orangutans
That means I'm comin' through with killers, war-torn guerrillas
Send them, cause ain't no love left in them
I put that murder music over the track, and load it up like a strap
And throw these lines through your face and your back, go killa
[Hook]
