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-Got my nigga Mr Kane aka Stephen King,
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black rain putting niggas in a bodysling
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-My nigga Mac the camouflage assassin
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putting niggas in the motherfucking uhn
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-You want some motherfucking gangsta shit nigga
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Verse 1 (Kane)
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Fuck Batman niggas in my hood be robbing
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Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama left my
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mama sobbing
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Fucking with Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins
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Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your fucking brain
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Anger, and keep a round live in the chamber
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Its clear and present danger
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Who the bitch made nigga banger
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Living United States of America bullets break the sound barrier
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Shook niggas down to dick licking when I bury ya
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Verse 2 (Mac)
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If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down God
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Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God
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On this island that runs along the Mississippi River
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When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver
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Fuck strangers, I know niggas who kill family members
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Your life is unimportant as Christmas is to December
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And heroin has got niggas on some of them demand shit
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Some loaded mack 11 in the hand shit
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[Chorus]
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Nigga, have you ever seen the face of death
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Nigga, have you ever heard the word of God
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These hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun
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Don't trust no one but your God and your gun
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Verse 3 (Abel)
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Bitch listen to the words of the south poor righteous teacher
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I'm a die with hate in my eyes
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Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper
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Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like Sasquatch
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I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with rocks
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Its hysteria when I left your whole block red like ketchup
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Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't catch up
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Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul get high
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My spirit already dead, waiting for this body to die
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Cause I'm a thug, who the fuck you second guessing
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Niggas gone learn they fucking lesson
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When my smith and wesson change they facial expression
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Niggas I'm blessing check God's creation
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Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation
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Verse 4 (Mac)
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Affiliation from my nation got niggas pacing from here to Russia
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Stone crusher, I keep crew under pressure
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Never settle for lesser the have nots running from crab cops
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Slanging slab rocks to pay the mad locs
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And lay me down to sleep with my heat
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Plus some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak
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Peace is cool but there'll never be
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My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than Heather B
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[Chorus x2]
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Verse 5 (Abel)
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I'm going out for the paper til its time to meet my maker
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Straight soldier from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker
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Son I came to glock battle with kerosene oil
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So the shit don't jam and murder plans don't spoil
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Spirits that read the bible pray to black jesus
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Necessary for survival so you niggas can't see us
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Verse 6 (Mac)
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When the sun sets I'm at rest
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They got bullets to penetrate through your proof vest
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I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my nigga El puffing a L
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Crack sales create clientele in hell
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Street life what we were giving it
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Living it ain't no positive in it
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Forever ignorant, let us pray Lord
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God and Gunz
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Kane & Abel |