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3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
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3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
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6 million ways to die so I chose
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3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door
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Verse 1 (Kane)
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Lyrical buckshots to gangsta hip-hop got to stop
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Fuck crooked cops got this glock so try to stop
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Explicit I'm on some ill shit God is my witness
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Watch a nigga get killed with the quickness
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Kane & Abel will leave your ass hurting with this pump
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Wrap you up in a shower curtain and dump you in the trunk
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?? wanna cuff me like ??
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The bank robber crew come thru drunker than a motherfucker
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Caine run thru in your brain watch your body drain
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Cut your legs off for half-stepping in the game
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I'll snatch you, hurt you with this tech and this mac
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Pumping on your chest won't let you take another breath
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Bloody murder is the issue
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Watch these hot missles kiss you
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Splatchering your brain tissue
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Its Kane with fire I pour gas on you and lit you
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I'm getting paid off the services of AK's
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I'm out here bad I know niggas who got grenades
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That's how it is in New Orleans
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Niggas don't go to school in the morning
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You get popped without warning
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Everybody and they mama in this fucking game
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Little g's get fronted QB's from Ben Thomas
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?? workers keep on coming up short get shot up
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In the knees
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my gradmama watching the news waiting to see my face
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And if I catch case can cola
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Cause she don't understand slanging quarters
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cause I gots to be a baller
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I smoke that cess smoke
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the fire getting higher cut your fingers off
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And biting bitches like a vampire
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Living fantasies like Mariah
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Verse 2 (Abel)
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You was the victim of a deadly plot you got shot
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You fucking blood clot your face popped
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Pick up the pieces
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On Kane & Abel get blow deceases
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The murder rate increases
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Talking all that shit couldn't let that shit pass
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Sewed up your lips put the hot curling iron up your ass
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Bitch show some sense here respect
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Fear of penatentiary ?? will put your clic in check
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What's this, bucking hoes in my clothes
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By my Cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to buck this
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You miss, you bests to be in before your curfew
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I murder you sipping brew just like my St. Ides commercial
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My gangsta ass weed make your nose bleed
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Smoke these damage your eyes you be standing like Chinese
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MC's take off running as I
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Grab the mic sweating like Rambo machine gun
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And I'm macking on your hoe macking on your little sister
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When I get stressed
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send both them bitches to the ?? switchers
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The SKS hit ya make ya bloody crime lab pictures
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Breaking niggas apart like Kevin
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on the ground when I come to town
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Niggas better get the fuck from around
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Verse 3 (Kane)
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At funeral shows dead niggas got the best hoes
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They shows fearing us got they face froze
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I smoke a Newport sniffing embalming fluid
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?? myself up to do it
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And when I did it you gone get it
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Sitting, gripping on my tech and it don't sweat
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I can feel the devil's hot breath on my neck
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Buck buck to your ass get you numb like Teddy Pendegrass
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Fiening for quick cash, how long this shit gone last
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Bucking to your chest like David Koresh
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Make you stank like doo doo
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And got hoes who know that voodoo
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Kane & Abel is the name and now you know the pain
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2 to the brain for being greedy to the fucking game
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