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