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1. _ Git'n Paid
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2. _ Abortion
Verse 1 (abel)
Peep this 5'6'' nigga with more game than starter
Been pimping these hoes since i was shooting dog water
Call me plastic man cause i pack that plastic glock
Slinging my rocks on my block to the sunrise to the sun drop
I'm bout it than done some shit that god couldn't forgive
Ever since i was that coke baby with two weeks to live
Shit my life is complex think i got a voodoo hex
Busters try to wet me, bitches step get shot up like malcolm x
You fucking motherfuckers got his pocket full of boulders
You sick of being sober hit me on my motorola
Drink cavassi a straight out the bottle counting g's
Why you counting on the lotto
Fuck ya'll is my motto
Hit the streets make my ends rocks hidden in my m & m's
Bitch this ain't whodini, ain't no motherfucking friends
Niggas average while caine be deadly like miscarriage
And if it come to it i'm gone put one in your cabbage
I'd rather steal to get paid like shaquille o'neal
Soon as i drop my draws all of ya'll old ladies gone kneel
Getting deep getting funky like some rock star coochie
I'm jigging player haters just like pace makers for my loochie
Partner my name is kane got more game than the dope game
Know less than 16 for every bird that i slang
(chorus)
My mama wish she had a fucking abortion
Cause i done so much shit so much gangsta shit
>from every crime from drugs to extortion
I know my mama wish she had a fucking abortion
Verse 2 (kane)
I roll with no limit cut throats trying to stack c-notes
Wearing green and white nauticas and mecca polos
It all started my cousin got 'em got some heroin from puerto rico
We call it ?? and snorted by alot of people
Going to the place where danger awaits me
I never knew my moms but if i did she probably hate me
>from small time hustling to sticking up dope spots
My grandma found a 100 grand stashed in a shoebox
She kicked me out sent me down south where they be balling
Got a 100 got 200 on a trip to new orleans
They used to love that weed like its they only child
Now they got the naza cocaine it got 'em wild
This child was born a twin seven minutes from my brother
No visions of my dad wouldn't recognize my mother
And now i'm so obsessed with this money i be earning
I'm sicker than the fucking germans
All i see is green like erick sermon
(chorus)
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3. _ Black Jesus
Master p)
-like 2pac said, only god can judge me
-but i think only black jesus can help me
Verse 1 (kane)
Six in the morning and i see the sunrise
Wish i died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes
To see this world so fucked up for me
And my family, worked so hard but can earn a decent salary,
These bills keep whooping a nigga ass
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and i ain't cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got aids
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison and the niggas come through
Like the motherfuckers giving out free barbeque
Lock a nigga up for life and say fuck you
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died for the right to vote
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that i think my uncle on crack
My boy quay shaun took a slug in his back
>from another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant i ain't got no cash for her
She probably fucking another nigga i wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like john doe
Bitch ass niggas trying to play me like a hoe
And now i'm rolling round sucking on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause i'm tired of this bullshit
Know what i'm saying grown men don't cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch i'm gone die on my knees
(chorus)
Black jesus tell me why this world so fucked up
Allah, tell me why this world so fucked up
Black jesus tell me why this world so fucked up for me
For me a nigga
Verse 2 (abel)
They say that i was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
But before i take my trip i'm gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad i had to pop one of those b's
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can't resist
Now i'm crying, i think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really i don't know
But if there's hell below i think we all gonna go
(chorus)
Verse 3 (master p)
Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain't ll, but all i hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user
I'm from the projects or should i say the 3rd ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should i say kane & abel
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table
Verse 4 (silkk)
You know what p your right
Cause silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs
To sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where niggas don't live long
They parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay tru
There's too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool
Verse 5 (master p)
As i lay me down to sleep
Black jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like pac man
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, i mean lose his life
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the white house, politicians run the country
But where i'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will i make it out this ghetto, i doubt it
(kane & abel talking)
I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money
Black jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people
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4. _ Gangstafied
[chorus]
Mo b. dick
We gangstafied (yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We gangstafied (this is for the real tru gangstas)
We gangstafied (yes you know indeed)
We gangstafied
[kane]
Wasn't never no mama i wanna sing
It was mamma i wanna slang
So i can show off my gold chain, gold ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture i relax, relate, release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*smack*) that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
(scandalous) like robin givens
(and dangersous) dead that's how we living
Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot
Down south hustlers got on lock, with that j-l-o-c on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the pen
P-h at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind
Playa
[chorus]
[master p]
Time to chop some game with the ballers
It ain't about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
When the task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
My block be crazy my homey pushing dasies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind i'm hitting him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
Label me a thug like pac,
Cause i done got the world hooked on ice cream i mean these gangsta rocks
I'm slanging these tapes we banging
Steady hanging on the block
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. ice cream man or call me mr. rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout it, rowdy, gangstafied
[chorus]
[abel]
It wasn't never no mama i wanna sing
Down here it's mama i wanna gang bang
Wearing that red and blue start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (clack clack)
Pull the hammer back (that the last)
Live fast and watch them die slow
You know i really wanna say is that they don't car about soldiers
Falling asleep behind the whell in the range rover
Can't remember the last time i was sober
(whoop whoop) that's the po pos
Gotta watch those,
The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve
Took my money and my herb
Every player that on my team got a laser beam
Knock your head off, steal your dream
Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems
What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties
I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me
While you do you jury duty
I put my hands on my bruh and we still live
Cause no limit soldiers survive gangstafied
[mo b. dick]
Soooooo, sooooo, soooo, gangstafied
[chorus x3]
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5. _ God And Gunz
-got my nigga mr kane aka stephen king,
Black rain putting niggas in a bodysling
-my nigga mac the camouflage assassin
Putting niggas in the motherfucking uhn
-you want some motherfucking gangsta shit nigga
Verse 1 (kane)
Fuck batman niggas in my hood be robbing
Clips and techs stole my soul like the angel of death, drama left my
Mama sobbing
Fucking with kane catch embalming fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your fucking brain
Anger, and keep a round live in the chamber
Its clear and present danger
Who the bitch made nigga banger
Living united states of america bullets break the sound barrier
Shook niggas down to dick licking when i bury ya
Verse 2 (mac)
If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down god
Cause uptown many dead bodies was found god
On this island that runs along the mississippi river
When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver
Fuck strangers, i know niggas who kill family members
Your life is unimportant as christmas is to december
And heroin has got niggas on some of them demand shit
Some loaded mack 11 in the hand shit
[chorus]
Nigga, have you ever seen the face of death
Nigga, have you ever heard the word of god
These hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun
Don't trust no one but your god and your gun
Verse 3 (abel)
Bitch listen to the words of the south poor righteous teacher
I'm a die with hate in my eyes
Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like sasquatch
I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with rocks
Its hysteria when i left your whole block red like ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't catch up
Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul get high
My spirit already dead, waiting for this body to die
Cause i'm a thug, who the fuck you second guessing
Niggas gone learn they fucking lesson
When my smith and wesson change they facial expression
Niggas i'm blessing check god's creation
Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation
Verse 4 (mac)
Affiliation from my nation got niggas pacing from here to russia
Stone crusher, i keep crew under pressure
Never settle for lesser the have nots running from crab cops
Slanging slab rocks to pay the mad locs
And lay me down to sleep with my heat
Plus some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak
Peace is cool but there'll never be
My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than heather b
[chorus x2]
Verse 5 (abel)
I'm going out for the paper til its time to meet my maker
Straight soldier from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker
Son i came to glock battle with kerosene oil
So the shit don't jam and murder plans don't spoil
Spirits that read the bible pray to black jesus
Necessary for survival so you niggas can't see us
Verse 6 (mac)
When the sun sets i'm at rest
They got bullets to penetrate through your proof vest
I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my nigga el puffing a l
Crack sales create clientele in hell
Street life what we were giving it
Living it ain't no positive in it
Forever ignorant, let us pray lord
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6. _ Basement Session
Verse 1 (skandalous)
Motherfuckers they wanna test me
Pull out the blunt nigga i'll wreck your shit
I'm out that window with my 44, another fucking hit
Don't know who to trust with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, skandalous fucking dangerous
Bitches brains i bust, feel the lust in god we trust
Nigga i'm at your door, don't pray to god cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face
I got the mind of a psycho ass ??
As i take another hit on this shit nigga you dead
Never ask forgiveness told the lord to give me grace
You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face
Blood all over the place i'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny cause i can hear the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and play my fucking game
I sold my soul at an early age
And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage
My eyes in a daze
Evertime i close my eyes to go to sleep i see the visions coming
Is juices running when ya done in
Fear only make me curious, i'll never be afraid
But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga they
Dead
Crack scarfs for my fucking glory
Talking shit up in my territory
Another day another world's sad story
Verse 2 (steph)
Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock i bring more nightmare than hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch i'll smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches i'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga drive slow
Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your whole coalition
Strapped with ammunition
Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads
This figure from head to toe
Labeled as a jane doe, leaving bullets in your lexus door
But fuck it i'm through with the fairytales
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when i exhale on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers
Spit the facts i'm bout the lex and the ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes ain't fucking with that
Or this, cause i piss on competition
And have all you hoes in submission
Trying to recondition your stilo
Lyrical nino
I sling rhymes like kilos
>from here to puerto rico
One other sequel from the infamous unseen
Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine
Verse 3 (mia x)
Cause she up to schemes
Tired of chasing apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all i fien for straight shit is all this bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than april showers
Followe by your second line of flowers
I devour competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed
Boss chick you don't want to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well known with the clout
To wire your mouth, knock your grill out
That's what this here be bout
So you can doubt what i'm saying and run that lip
Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too much to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands
My flow so grand it make the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you wanna holler
But i sees nothing but dollars
Feminist power
My lyrics knocking like a kl beat
It be that she-devil that below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5'4
How they still need a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, cause i be living for the drama
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion
Shop closed
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7. _ 3/2 Murder 1
(chorus)
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door
6 million ways to die so i chose
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door
Verse 1 (kane)
Lyrical buckshots to gangsta hip-hop got to stop
Fuck crooked cops got this glock so try to stop
Explicit i'm on some ill shit god is my witness
Watch a nigga get killed with the quickness
Kane & abel will leave your ass hurting with this pump
Wrap you up in a shower curtain and dump you in the trunk
?? wanna cuff me like ??
The bank robber crew come thru drunker than a motherfucker
Caine run thru in your brain watch your body drain
Cut your legs off for half-stepping in the game
I'll snatch you, hurt you with this tech and this mac
Pumping on your chest won't let you take another breath
Bloody murder is the issue
Watch these hot missles kiss you
Splatchering your brain tissue
Its kane with fire i pour gas on you and lit you
I'm getting paid off the services of ak's
I'm out here bad i know niggas who got grenades
That's how it is in new orleans
Niggas don't go to school in the morning
You get popped without warning
Everybody and they mama in this fucking game
Little g's get fronted qb's from ben thomas
?? workers keep on coming up short get shot up
In the knees
My gradmama watching the news waiting to see my face
And if i catch case can cola
Cause she don't understand slanging quarters
Cause i gots to be a baller
I smoke that cess smoke
The fire getting higher cut your fingers off
And biting bitches like a vampire
Living fantasies like mariah
(chorus)
Verse 2 (abel)
You was the victim of a deadly plot you got shot
You fucking blood clot your face popped
Pick up the pieces
On kane & abel get blow deceases
The murder rate increases
Talking all that shit couldn't let that shit pass
Sewed up your lips put the hot curling iron up your ass
Bitch show some sense here respect
Fear of penatentiary ?? will put your clic in check
What's this, bucking hoes in my clothes
By my cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to buck this
You miss, you bests to be in before your curfew
I murder you sipping brew just like my st. ides commercial
My gangsta ass weed make your nose bleed
Smoke these damage your eyes you be standing like chinese
Mc's take off running as i
Grab the mic sweating like rambo machine gun
And i'm macking on your hoe macking on your little sister
When i get stressed
Send both them bitches to the ?? switchers
The sks hit ya make ya bloody crime lab pictures
Breaking niggas apart like kevin
On the ground when i come to town
Niggas better get the fuck from around
(chorus)
Verse 3 (kane)
At funeral shows dead niggas got the best hoes
They shows fearing us got they face froze
I smoke a newport sniffing embalming fluid
?? myself up to do it
And when i did it you gone get it
Sitting, gripping on my tech and it don't sweat
I can feel the devil's hot breath on my neck
Buck buck to your ass get you numb like teddy pendegrass
Fiening for quick cash, how long this shit gone last
Bucking to your chest like david koresh
Make you stank like doo doo
And got hoes who know that voodoo
Kane & abel is the name and now you know the pain
2 to the brain for being greedy to the fucking game
(chorus)
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8. _ Jealous Again
(master p talking)
-haha mr mr rogers of the neighborhood
-should i say that nigga that's uuuuggghhhh bout it bout it
-i'm rowdy rowdy i'm rowdy nigga
-the mothafucking ice cream man in this bitch
-master p in here with my girl mia x
-we bout to lay down some shit once again for ya'll motherfuckers
-we bout to lay down some rules
-and we got these 2 little niggas that don't give a fuck about none of ya
-ready to blast on ya bitches
-with this gangsta shit
-watch your back nigga, my little niggas kane & abel
-some of ya'll know them as double vision
-but ya better realize once again its on
-tru niggas in this bitch, we ain't taking no shit for the 9 scrilla
-its all about smoking blunts, blowing on that swishy sweet
-notice i said swishy sweet nigga
-when i do these fucking 187's, murder
-down south in the mothafucking swamp, we down there hustling bitch
-rolling on triple gold
-but niggas don't give a fuck about none of ya niggas
-that ain't real, that ain't true to the motherfucking gizzame
-but ya niggas that's bout it bout it and all ya real niggas out there
-ya'll gone feel this shit cause it don't get no realer than this
-once again its on nigga
(kane & abel)
Introducing the mafioso of new orleans kane & abel balling
My gangsta shit sell like air jordan
Ain't that a bitch, straight out the parrish whipping ass like tyson
Gun fighting slanging ice and fucking hoes like peabo bryson
Latinos counting cinos i murder al pacino
What these bitches boosting up shut them down like casinos
Getting murderous like the menendez brothers
Dumb mothafuckas banging these hoes without no rubbers
And busters hate me like some bump weed
Cause babies dropping out they old ladies looking like me
Sporting tommy's and polos weed blows out my nose
Never sweating in my good clothes behind these fucking hoes
Who run this master p, klc slanging birds
So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves
Born a crack baby grew up to be a g
Whip that ass like i had a badge from nopd
Like a second line gangsta niggas with 9's follow me
Mc approaches i bury those cockroaches
Buck buck i got you fucked up like angel dust
In gacks we trust cause niggas bleed just like us
(chorus)
Its time to get the gack again
Cause pussy ass niggas getting jealous again, again
Its time to get strapped again
Because them nappy head hoes getting jealous again, again
(mia x)
I got that fucking regulator busting lyrical rhymes at all you playa haters
Fade ya made ya bow down to this slayer
Lady alligator still wetting up your earhole
With harmonizing gun blows still stomping out the no
Hoes talk that shit but clear the way
Because they know i'm getting richer and bagging chips so call me ms fri-o-lay
Mia x gots to flex and leave them hanging diamond rocks
?? be banging my name is reighning
I'm slanging this with no limit
So you can talk that shit you raunchy bitch but just remember
Who finish, me running with these look alike niggas
The bad girl behind the trigger getting wreck its the 9 sister
(kane)
Rolling 4 deep strapped in the black montero
Shorting bright like alfonso ribiero but bitch i'm ghetto
Give me no heroin baby roll blunt after blunt
Fuck around and roll a thousand swishes in one month
You buster ass niggas i ain't scared of death
Had a dream i got stressed and blew up your whole project
Ask mia x got bookoo checks
I'm like them got to get them papers like them crackers in them skyscrapers
Hitting switches avoiding bitches and them playa haters
And its time to get strapped again
Kane & abel got the gack and we back again
(chorus)
(abel)
Take away them chains and pain
What remains ?? the king keep a 9 in his grave
I seen so many soldiers i swore it was beirut
Them gang signs salute, clack clack they shoot
The south coast you bleed if you wanna succeed
And i can have your fucking head in my lap for 10 g's
And you can ask the governor's name its nigga please
And even out in cali sam sneed recognize me
Take it to the streets cause that's where i'm from
And niggas with gold teeth no i ain't the one
Niggas give me what you got i ain't got a fucking thing
And back in 91 i jack bitches for medallion earrings
So crappy headed nappy headed hoes get back
Cause its a 10 to 1 chance that you might get smacked
Bitch
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9. _ That's How It's Gone Happen 2 U
-that nigga done fucked with a nigga from the ghetto
-he don't know who he fucking with
This one goes out to the murder capital murder capital of the world
(chorus)
At night they robbing and they killing and they jacking
And when you slipping g that just when its gone happen
So be best to watch your back and keep your gat close
Before them no limit soldiers peel your cap hoe
Verse 1 (kane)
The heart of a human is evil like a damien
Every man born crying bucking ready to die screaming
It's the rapping grim reaper that heavenly got you scratching
Gone off that peter oding on some aspirin
Kane & abel back in that ass like return of the dragon
And on friday the 13th i'm a play jason
Pops mad tripping like if i was freebasing
Nightmare on elm street i'm gone play freddy krueger
Creeping on your block be like masked with the rueger
If i pull a wicked's child play i'm gone play chucky
Ak now you coming out some money
Check the dictionary definition of a hustler
Best to chill or be chilled we got more drama than blockbuster
Clack clack pull it back that's when i rhyme in the chamber
Down with no limit whipping on haters like some power rangers
Ten plus seven in the click, got a death wish
How you gonna get with this
Man i'm cooler than eskimo piss
Catch me in my candy impala getting none
Couldn't live my thug life cause it was tatted cross your stomach
Now i'm feeling good got weight circulating through the hood
(chorus)
Verse 2 (abel)
Its on robberies like they balling and they g's
True players for real ask master p
Creeping up on me, i'm the one that did this to ya, put that ass in
Surgery
Pimping like my name was pretty tony, phony busters wanna murder me
Picking 'em up taking 'em up to howard johnson's
Kane & abel get the money like we bail bondsmen
If this is halloween i'm a play michael myers
You could smoke a bag of smoke but i bet that sticky get you higher
For the love of money had to kill you like radio raheem
Do the right thing or these 17 put you in a gangsta lean
Or laying in a pine box cause the drama don't stop on my block
That's how it happen to you
(chorus)
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