ABK - Close Call lyrics

[Verse 1]

Right place, right time, close call, what does it matter?

Clean get away, keepin' my dirty pockets fatter

Smooth operation, plans well thought out

Hands in the air is what I'm talkin about

No doubt call me a warrior, I'm runnin' with a hatchet

The one crazy native representin' Psychopathic

Down for the D cause the D is where I struggle

Underground, wicked shit, MOTHAFACKO!

[Hook 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