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[Chorus] 2x
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You could get it, you would get it
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Oh watch ya back 'fore ya wig get splitted
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[Kane]
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I start this shit off like a kick off
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I'm the quarterback
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Lookin' for me, you can find me where the ballers at
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Where them dealer's at, when I'm most appealin' at
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My weapons I'm concealin' that
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Bitch I know you feelin' that
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Beef with me, I give a fuck about your rap sheet
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The only thing that matter is if I catch you 'fore you catch me
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Don't care how many heads you bust
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How many years you was in the Pen'
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I send bullets out my Mac-10, your brain wave gon' end
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Don't know how much you like breathin'
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But if you do then I'm creepin'
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While you sleepin', have fun cuz this your last weekend
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Don't wanna do you, it's me and you
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What I'm 'posed to do instead of me you dead
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Let your family mourn you
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It's serious like that, malicious where I live at
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Nobody got heart to forgive at
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Peole mama gettin' kidnap'
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Reality of the South is what I rap about
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Shit made us famous, we all them hoes yap about
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[Chorus] 4x
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[Abel]
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This a street enterprise, bitch close ya eyes
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If anybody move, everybody dies
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Put my life on the line if you singe-time my rhyme
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Tryin' teach y'all hoes about the life of crime
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Put ya money where the South is, bet on mine
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Put change on ya brain if ya drop a dime
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Niggas actin' like they hard when they walk in the street
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Then they sing to the police, sweatin' like ??
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The aftermath of the gun blast turn your corpse to ash
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And I'm thinkin' one day that could be my ass
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Hot steel from the Chopper, sing like a opera
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The rich doctor that'll pop ya
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I'm not ya, partna or fuckin' boy, look in my eyes
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Analyze the size of my plastic toy
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Peep down the barrel, see how peaceful that shit look
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Then it erupt like a volcano and you bustas get cooked
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I let the four spliffs split, 'till the four clips click
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I'm out of hollow tips, 'till your clique forfeit
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Okay I'm reloaded bullets richochet off bricks
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You niggas gettin' hit, wish you never said that shit
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Niggas actin' like they want some
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They don't really want none
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Niggas yappin' like they want some
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They don't really want none
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Niggas rappin' like they got guns
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They ain't never bust one
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My clique bust one, so y'all niggas out done
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[Kane & Abel talks my chorus plays]
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Yeah, uhoh, Kane & Abel back up in this nigga
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Whassup to all them thugs
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World wide, North, East, West, dirty South
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All my motherfuckin' niggas in ??
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Australia, Japan
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All the motherfuckin' places out there with this gangsta shit
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Whassup Atlanta, Mississippi, whassup Chicago
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Kentucky, Omaha, Alabama, Indianapolis, Cincinatti, New Orleans
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Kansas, Lafayette, Colorado, L.A., Delaware, Phoenix
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N.Y.C., Salt Lake City, Detroit, whassup St. Louis, Connecticut
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Whassup Dallas, whassup East Town, Milwaulke, fuck that
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Alaska, whassup Florida, Virginia, West Virginia, whassup Arkansas
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Carolinas, Utah, whassup Indiana, Jersey, Cleveland
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Throw it up if you a soldier
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The Possibility
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Kane & Abel |