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(Kane & Abel talking)
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Pussy ass motherfuckers. Take me to play with.
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Okay, I'm bout to show these bitches.
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Fuck, I'm already dead, so I need some fuckin company
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you know what I'm saying.
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Okay little motherfucker, I'm a show you.
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you better protect yourself
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Verse 1 (Kane)
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Every time I wake
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I thank the lord for my eyes opening
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Cause I know some hoes
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Hoping that they close
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Niggas they want me deader
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Wet up my Cucci sweater
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Back back they better
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>From the storm swarm of my berreta
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Down south hustlin
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T riding on daytons pouring like Gary Payton
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Scoring
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Haters they wanna catch me snoring
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I mean sleeping
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I seen them creeping
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In the rear view of the beamer
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Pull out the rueger
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With the built in laser beamer
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Committing felonies fuck misdemeanors
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Laugh now dick sucker cry later
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That AK 45 keep me live
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That's my motherfucking regulator
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Verse 2 (Abel)
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That's my brother Mr. Kane
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Mr. Abel
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10 g's on the table
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Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees
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To the coffin from the cradle
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Lick the salt when I drink tequilla
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Hit the lemon grab the nina
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Everyday I come out the house
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I at least committ a misdemeanor
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Po-po drop it
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Cause they can't stop it
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Hittin niggas for they profit
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Touchin on these gangsta topics
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Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets
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No limit tight like a fucking chain gang
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Kickin shit like Jackie Chan
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Front these bitches from rags to riches
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But its just a ghetto thang
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Chorus x2
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Thugs that why they feel us
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Hoes wanna get with us
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Cause we so for realz
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haters they wanna kill us
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We turning busters into down south hustlers
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We turning busters into midwest hustlers
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We turning busters into west coast thugsters
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We turning busters into east coast hustlers
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Verse 3 (Kane)
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Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk
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Bests to take yo shit more serious
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Or you'll get killed
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Cause down south we bout drama
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Nigga we bout danger
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When you here my shit click click
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That send deadly missles in the chamber
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Ain't no studio in me
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G genuine
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My boy Lil Shawn to a slug in his spine
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That was mine
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If time could rewind
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I would've took it
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Death in my face I would've looked it
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I would've shooked it
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I'm from the hood so I pay my respect
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My nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck
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We ain't found the killer yet
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But I bet
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We be ridin on some nigga set soon
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Sweepin up shit like a broom
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Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's DOOM
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coming so for realz nigga
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For Realz
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Kane & Abel |