Am I My Br

[talking]
Hey nigga
This is our last time bonita
After this, we out
I'm tellin you
We die together
An eye for an eye (in italian)
A tooth for a tooth (in italian)
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
All my niggas
Feel me

[verse 1]
I can't rest
So much stress to live illegal
My uncle on death row
Waiting to get the needle
Holla if you hear me, people
This dope game is evil
A bloody river runnin through the ghetto
That new born baby
In the dumpster
She been dead for a week
While the dope fiend momma
Gettin high on the street
Gettin beat by police
Still prayin for peace
Niggas playin for keeps
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about death
When will it stop
Either you punch the clock
Or you open up shop

Chorus

Everyday i'm livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (i don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest

Everyday i'm livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest

Everyday i'm livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (i don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest

Everyday i'm livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest


[verse 2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for niggas
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin
Niggas run in your crib
And make references to why your momma
Washin fiends
Never with a fly
Chasin a high
And gettin aids from a bitch
Ain't no way to die
And everyday i'm seeing signs
Of the end of the world
My nigga bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his baby girl
Feds, watch a nigga
Tryin to make the bus
But niggas stay strapped
And gats, we trust (c'mon)

Chorus

[verse 3]
Bill clinton in the white house
Fucking hoes
Innocent kids gettin shot on my block
Casket closed
Hear the niggas in the cell blocks
Screaming for freedom
Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress
Cause they need them
Remember jj got shot
In a high speed chase
Busted in the back
Through the license plate
My reality is fatality
I verbalize pain before i be another casualty
Infared beam on the glock
Just aim and pop
You see me for a split second
And your dead and got
I try to tell these young kids
Go to school
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me though

[talking]
Yeah man
It's sad you know
We ain't got no jump shot
Can't play football
We ain't got no money for college
But i see these niggas on the block
Rolling with their fancy cars
Fancy gold
Fancy hoes
Nigga, i'ma get it how i live
You know
I'ma y'all young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy nigga
Get what you came for
To many niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another nigga
Be true to yourself
True to what you know nigga
Stay true to the gizzame

[kane]
I got 28 grams, that's a ounce of d
7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50
Cut off the shit quickly, now i got me a g
Score four more times now that's a quarter ki'
252 grams equal 9 o-z's
Smoke with me, put it on the triple beam to see
I got 36 quarter o-z's for cheese
Soon as i get off these, rap makes me a g
Rockin' up 18, sellin' 18 holes
Mr. dopeman, oh hope his pockets swoll
Now it's '97 and i got me a ki'
1008 grams, 36 o-z's, lots of d
Sellin' whole ???, rock it up like 36
My hustlin' niggas, cut it up, make it 50 ounce, 1 brick
This be the drama behind the hoes and cars
All my hustlin' niggas i know you grew up real hard
Plus watch your back, plus watch for police
Watch for these wanna-be's, that's faker than ???
Comin' for your yola, v-12, and bakin' soda
One mistake and it's over, don't be a hoe be a soldier

[chorus]
How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?
When i ain't gon' change, i'm about my change
How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?
When i ain't gon' change, i'm about my change
How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?
When i ain't gon' change, i'm about my change
How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?
When i ain't gon' change, i'm about my change

[kane]
Now i got me a 100 pounds of weed
5-50 a piece, now that's 55g's
Soldiers, servin' fiends down in new orleans
Comin' out the projects sittin' on gold d's
Young g, snort coca leaves and ki's
No limit ready for war like we vietnamese
Talkin' 'bout, if it's a drought tax niggas like it's a 211
Sellin' bricks for 27
More pounds of weed, breaking it down to ki's
Down to dimes and nickels
Hit a lick, got you niggas sick
How the fuck you gonna tell me about this game
From the streets to the pen niggas know my name

[chorus]

[abel]
100 grams of heroin, ??? 911 cut
Got to sell it while it's potent or it ain't worth fuck
Take a spoon and mash on the shit in baggies
Got some cash on it, cops find it, gots to dash on it
25 to life no questions asked
80 dollars a gram, now that's alot of fuckin' cash
My niggas that hustle, be quick to blast
Cause choppers and street sweepers think murder peoples ass
You phony rappers talk about the game
Been there, done that
Buss caps, sold crack, jack while fake jacks
Turn you into fortune like pat sajak
Get down and dirty while you busters cleaner than ajax
No limit, everything we say, we did it
Went to jail and shitted, eatin' steak and spinach
To big and you motherfuckers don't forget it
Y'all niggas wanna start some beef and i'ma finish it

[chorus] 'till fade

[kane]
Real niggas feel each other
But the media would rather see us kill each other
So fuck it i'm gon' give y'all motherfuckers what y'all want

Chorus
Throw your hood and your rag in the air
I thought i told you bitch we don't care x2

[kane]
I stopped this motherfucker like traffic full of greens, cornbread and
Cabbage
Serve fiends and attics to support my weed habit
Niggas running so fast
They kicking they own ass
I swoles the ak matic on my foles i blast
Stayed up all night counting a million in cash
Kane & abel and p down south representing with that nigga from the west
Who put the sess in the blunt
And rolled yeah we sold and ain't told it
Lay it down motherfuckers don't be trying to hold it.
Bulletproof s class
We soldiers like owned masks
But ain't nothing funny when we coming with that black mask
Gangstafied gorillas down to put it on that ass

Chorus x2

[abel]
Bout that action transaction
Go warn your people it's gone
Heavenly armed get shit on, pissed on and spit on
It's on when my gongos want to fell on it more slow
Catch slugs in your head, in your neck, in your chest and in the back of
Your motherfucking torso
Oh so niggas want to test the tank
See if we bout it
Nigga we live for respect could never die without it
Run up get your feelings hurt
Gun up honey brown burst
Number 1 hurry up and come or units disburse
Caught a cold one of a hurst
It's a serious topic and got an automatic weapon niggas besta drop it
Come on

Chorus x4

[kane & abel]
Throw it up if you a soldier
Put it up if you a soldier
Throw it up if you a soldier
Put it up put it up nigga
Put it up put it up nigga

Chorus
Let's go get em' let's go get em'
Let's go get em' let's go get em' dawg x2

[kane & abel]
My click is killers
In the line of fire in a pack of stuff affiliated mob figures
Down with mortal combat camouflage soldier rags 44 mag
And you wants to die when we ship bags and hold tags
We rolling up and we holding up
Boot up or shoot up and get that jaw swollen up
Killer please give me some gangsta shit know the click cock it back
Kane & abel bout that combat bitch

[soulja slim]
Go get em' with split em' don't bullshit em'
Hit em' with a round now the tank split em' split em'
Don't let a nigga catch you slipping we camouflage
Killer connection committed armed surprise
Duck and die for the buster but i'm straight as a crease
Heat seek don't sleep when my trigger finger tweak
Bloody bodies in the streets somebody call brand nino
Cause seeing dead gifts make my day card

[mac]
Now what y'all know about mac cause i'm murder murder
Flip em' like burger king workers be flipping burgers
And i'm finger fucking till them niggas bust back
With the hollows it's been more dead then the others around follow
Now bite the bullet and swallow
I was tattooed with a broken wine bottle
Never die that's been my motto since 14 lottos
Got to get em' before they get em' cause if they hit me i'm gone
Skinny niggas don't love long with a bullet in their bones

Chorus x2

[big ed]
Now when i say big ed you say assassin big ed assassin
What's up what's happening
I keep my trigger finger blasted tank ready to roll
Picking up soldiers from rich now bringing them to the n.o.
Nigga i'm bout mine i got nines wiser up
Swolled up tagged up tagged up not giving a fuck
Nigga i'm wit' it to bring the ruckus
Busting if you touch this a no limit soldier still got more dick than
Busters

[fiend]
It's a disaster blast em' specialization retaliation
Fuck who i'm facing boy bring the caroltation
Consultation begins to happen when i'm rapping
We gon' see who really asking when my hammer gets to smacking
Attacking and lacking my every vocal creates a checking
I should have been got that high control before lyrical seconds
I'm the insider probably the baddest
Greens cornbread and cabbage
Mr. watch me hit em' lit em' about to go get em'

[mia x]
Here comes the biggest mamma baby what you wanna do
Tank full of riders military minded soldiers
Hitting you with that hater ain't gon' get up now mo' for sho'
Combat where they at alright alright lets go
Now you gon' start it when your click is weak
When it's on we gon' give that ass a chance to retreat
Verbal heart but we could take it to the streets
Get em' up pull the thangs shoot em' up see yo people root em' up
What what run on up and as a matter of fact
Watch me put that ass down like a flag
Call the colonel yeah cause we some warriors
Dropping and stopping hollering lets go get em' nigga fuck we got em'

[mystikal]
When it's gon' go down it's gon' go down
What's gon' happen gon' happen
Cause y'all know these t.r.u. niggas capping and slapping
We packing and macking
Y'all niggas be slacking and lacking
We smacking and stacking
Uh oh we blasted and laughing
Where my fucking money at is what we be asking
Busting on backstabers is how we be acting
If i catch you ass down is one way to put it
When we get it's gon' be banned from tv footage

Chorus x1

[mystikal talking]
Nigga you think you know me
Think you know me nigga
Nigga you don't know me
Nigga you don't know
You don't know nothing bout me
You gon' find what you wasn't looking for

Chorus
Watch me or throw it off i ain't right
Bitch i do something same rap game
Murder i just might bring it on cause it's gon' be some shit tonight x1

[kane & abel]
I heard you niggas wanna start some shit
44 caliber hollow tips in the glock 30 clip
Got them rocks in my pocket rocks on my wrist
Ninety eight six hundred benz copped from working the night shift
Trying to make a million fo' 22 what i'm trying to do
Little eager too to do what the fuck i gotta do
Flip optimal like an ass crack
Nigga puff puff pas that nigga pass the weed i pass back
Click clack we come strapped
It's fo' sho' nigga lay low tonight
Cause maybe you could just might hit the flow tonight
I did it i said it y'all niggas is hoes
Paramedics trying to save you cutting open your clothes
Nigga you don't wanna go head to head with me
I got some niggas that will paint yo head red with me
Toe to toe with me go to war with me
You could lose yo whole family trying to roll with me

Chorus x1

[soulja slim]
Now i know you don't want none of them boys from uptown
Come downtown to yo area until vietnam
A hard head make a soft ass i thought a nigga told you
Slim speaking on behalf of that wild magnolia
My people gave me the low while i was doing time upstate
Told me a nigga from downtown caught a little uptown fame
That he ain't seen no real nigga yet
But i bet he don't want no drama
Laying with my people and don't give a fuck that somebody shot his shhh
I only fuck bomb killers dope dealers and real niggas
Ill niggas and trill niggas get it how they live niggas
And they thought they roam uptown for the doo doo brown
Better get face down on the ground when a nigga tie yo legs down
See that's the heart of new orleans
Ask another nigga from another city about his 3rd
I bet they tell you that the water quick reserve
Leaving and stanking on the curve that's what they heard
They got a hell of a nerve to mail mack in the calliope
All the way to the 10th left turn 13th
The third time you in the city of how to grow

Chorus x2

[mystikal]
Bitch i'll do you something
You thinkin if i cut you in yo motherfucking head it ain't gon' do shit
Bitch this ain't no bluffing
Thinkin all these niggas and these weapons ain't bout no busting
Time to get wit cha we coming to get cha
If i hit you where yo dick at it's gon' come out where you shit at
My murder weapon knows best
If you ain't got no vest it's gon' get protest
We making noise all day
I'm trying to tell em' but these bitches got to learn the hard way
Pistol play warned from the hallway
Ak spray now yo ass all taint
Bitch i'll do you something

[silkk the shocker]
And i gotta do em' something too
They fucked up and fucked around with the wrong ass crew
Now i'm gon' come up from short in a house full of loaded tanks
Cup of canned soda for a picnic cup of canned soda for dank
See we no limit niggas so drama we bout that there
You doubt that there
That's why when i'm hanging out it's gon' be out right there
That's where niggas think our slugs at
Trying to hang where i slang my drugs at
Fuck it all the niggas that make mill stay real
And how y'all fucking love that
See i'm a gangsta and plus a nigga cold wit it
Ain't scared of no nigga
You left some pots and some boards and them drama boys said go get em'
Step out the project post talking bout wooh nigga
I got a little of few dollars i'm trying to get a little bit mo' nigga
If it's gold fo' sho' nigga
Cook i stay high like a rocket can't stop it until i get away from yo
Pocket like a gold digger
Ain't nothing but a five o four nigga
When they enter putting bodies in bags and tagging cold niggas
Better get yo mind right cause bitch this some real life
Man tell these niggas

[mystikal]
Watch me or throw it off i ain't right

Chorus x2

[c-murder]
Say twins you know how we go do a fucking show
Get that bitch rowdy how crazy they be acting out there
Niggas can't control theirself be like uh

They call me c-murder and i got tru tagged on my motherfucking back
Ever since i started rapping all my real ass niggas come and follow my lead
Got my balls and my word nigga ask young bleed
We come do a show in your motherfucking city
They call me the baddest cause no limit act shitty
Beats by the pound make them ignant ass beats
When a nigga like me bring the shit to the streets
Because the ghetto is my home nigga i'm ghetto raised
I'm unpredictable ask the nigga with the braids
My motherfucking music be jumping out of record stores
Nigga where's your proof motherfucker check billboards
To all my tank dogs that's bout it
Then throw off your set and get this motherfucker rowdy

Chorus
We be no limit niggas and we bout it
We come to a club and get the motherfucker rowdy x2

[kane & abel]
6 shots of hennesey i'm feeling right in this bitch
Hit the dash flow off mike start a fight in this bitch
I got the crowd jumping gangstafied shit pumping
Tell that bitch and that hoe i'm trying to do something
I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club
Don't give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud
Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love
I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs
Tru niggas smoke dank all the way to the bank
All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank
Kane & abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a fuck
We bout it and i'm gon' get this motherfucker rowdy

Chorus x2

[fiend]
I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud
Ebonic you speaking in the club uh nigga what
Everytime i buzz the tank does when i it
With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot
I admit it i'm one of the baddest that ever lived
You ain't seen nothing wait till i'm full of that shit
Take a pull of that shit
And you can meet the pieces


My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases
Lyrical adhesives making these niggas meet jesus
I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing
My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding
It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy

Chorus x3

[c-murder talking]
Yeah another example of that gangsta shit
C-murder in this bitch kane & abel the f. i. fiend
Shit just another motherfucking day another dollar
Get it right cause we bout it peace

[kane]
See this here, this is somethin' serious right chea
I want all y'all ignorant niggas to listen to this
Not preachin' or teachin', but somethin' that y'all need to know

[chorus]
Only god knows the truth
Only god knows
Only god knows the truth
Only god knows
Whisper in my ear when my casket close
When it's my time to go, take my soul out the ghetto

[kane]
Nowadays niggas kill, at the drop of a dime
There be wars and pulitzer awards in the last time
Killuminati comin', i read it in revelations
A one world goverment, united nations
Penetentaries like concentration camps
Visa cards and food stamps turn the microchips in ya hand
I don't understand in this land i'm from
It's like the rich get richer, the poor fightin' for crumbs
We some killas of our own kind wit nines
The white man pimp us everyday and we don't mind
Crack kills the mind, but life kills the soul
And your time to go, is somthin' you can't control
The government designed a system, keep 'em mentally inslaved
Control the population, outbreak, and aids
The media keep niggas divided and confused
Poison us with the food, and give us drugs ta use
Keep you in the county, used niggas actin' like fools
Runnin' 'round like y'all ain't got nuthin' ta lose

[chorus] x2

[abel]
I know what you sayin' kane

[kane]
What?

[abel]
Feel my pain
Test of time, put stress on the brain
I learnt ta do my hussle at the age of fourteen
How ta stack that triple beam, servin' stones ta fiends
And it was only for tha style, all i got ta slangin' dope
I was broke, ask my boy for weed
He said he only had coke
Ever since they been husslin', always went ta find a car
When i die put my name up on the wall
On my casket write, "fuck all of y'all"
Remember kane, those ladies used ta beat us, at tha foster home
Since the age of sixteen, we been livin' on our own
My momma pregnant wit us, shootin' up tha heroin
Nigga from ya zone, grab that dirty chrome, it's on
Got two rocks left, prayin' that i make it home
Cause only god knows tha truth, only god knows

[chorus] 'till fade

You believe in miracles huh
Miracles ain't gonna save you
Nigga to the 4 eyes 2 heads 2 killas 2 fillas
Known as kane & able
Ice cream man fina need some mayo
Thousand 8 grams of that uncut coke
Beg its soda razor blade cutting up
Get big freeze get a choke from a hit
Off this big dope
Poke em wet bitch made niggaz
Put the rest back test me
Through your bullet proof vest
Open up that chest
Like you had loose juice sticking out your fucking neck
Bout to take over this rap game
Like castro took over cuba
Po'po can't prove we using drug money
So fo now that shit is just a rumor
Don't even rula
Keep it proven now gym
For that nigga who's lost to the fuckin wind
Crashed every hoe get fucked through playas in the pen
Cracking a bank it's on once again
Can we please get into some gangsta shit
Niggas sick let's hit 'em up wit the 32 brown clip
From their head to the upper lip
Got them looking like tales from the fuckin crypt
Welcome to the worlds most dangerous
Drug dealers
Tough niggaz
Cap hittas
Killas
Only way to stop these g's
Only way to stop these g's
Is to drop me is to kill me

Chorus
I got me a glock
It's a glock for them niggas on my block
Cook me some rocks
Set up shop wit them soldiers on my block
Throw me a gun
Or that fired ass weed
It's a fuckin shame
Only way the gonna stop a g
Betta kill me bitch you
Betta kill me
Betta kill me bitch you
Betta kill me

Outside you and your who
You're fuckin brother
Ya'll fuckin scumbags
(come on) echoed

Wicked heart of a killa you fuckin right
How long tits traveling at the speed of light
I stay dry can't cry
Shooting niggas i'll bring a knife
To a gun fight
Praxes to the light
Kane and me as steven king
Kneel down kiss the ice on my pinky ring
Bitch you can't pinch through my hollow tints
Make that faget ass sing
Merciless like me
I got you niggas in my pocket
Like a pack of indonesian weed
These streets make neighborhood bleed
Like tumbleweed usually wit cheese
These niggas betta have these fuckin keys
Ain't no scary hoes
Pull down now here it goes
Triple golds
From texas to n.o.
Niggas smokin
And ninos
Bettin for a hit of this bank role
Got to sell your soul
Represent no matter where the fuck we at
Sillk the shocker c-murder got big gacks
Poke you hit you wit the mack leave the rap forms
In you're fuckin starter cap
Nigga fuck with that
Welcome to the worlds most dangerous
Drug dealers
Tough niggaz
Cap hittas
Killas
Only way to stop these g's
Only way to stop these g's
Is to drop me is to kill me

Chorus

[kane & abel]
Sitting in church lookin at the preacher life is stupid
Should have seen last night got this nigga spooky
And marvin gaye would have made kane wanna holler
I seen a nigga get shot for five dollars
And my grandmamma can't see why i slang crack
Gotta keep clothes on my little sisters back
I'm with three g's in the offer rain when it pass
Later on smoke a blunt with the halves, when the past
In my hood everybody dirt poor
But the preacher come through with the lexus on more more
Wonder if the church take drug money if they know
And i don't know if i live to see twentythree or twentyfour
Fore i go, i pray to god but the devil keep knockin knockin at my front
Door
Long as the hood got gats clips and triggers
Martin luther king couldnt save these niggas
I seen it in they eyes aint no future
Or is it, my boy half pint doin life
Sundays is when i visit and damn this shit get deeper
Am i my brothers keeper

[kane & abel]
Yo kl, hook me up with some of that beats by the pound kane & abel
Gangstafied gorrila shit.
We start tightin up on these niggas like a nigga been doin.

[magic]
Nigga, we got the whole no limit motherfuckin family representin.
Them niggas kane & abel, am i my brothers keeper.
Got that fuckin tank around your fuckin neck nigga, fuckin right.
Nigga.

Chorus
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga

[kane & abel]
My hustle's still sick, set trip, bullets spin niggas flip
Hot slugs hit, that's it, rip that ass like some pump dick
Feel respect from my balls i don't pause for shit
I'm quick to empty my clip and hit the gas bitch
Drive by, four niggas thinkin like they the shit
Bye bye, mr. kane bring the pain like project brings to the brain
My game is worth more then my weight in cocain
Don't wanna get wet, but bitch don't go outside in the rain
No limit, we get respect for chin chacks and teks
Mob connects, tryin to disrespect, save your breath
Cause i aint met a motherfucker who can do that yet
On the edge of death like we the last real niggas left

[magic]
Chorus
(my turn now)

Respect my mind i'm ready to war with any nigga
Face me head up i gotta do that the hard nigga
You don't know where drama come from cause i'm with kane & abel
Twin motherfuckers that's definately willing and able
Picture the pain we puttin these niggas through
We got bitches hurtin too, we runnin through the whole fuckin crew
I thought yall knew, for any nigga that wanna buck up
Get fucked up, i gotta fortyfive motherfucker

Chorus

[kane & abel]
I split em, i hit em, then casket fit em
Left a nigga staggerin like roy jones done hit em
When i cock my shit i'm a bust my shit
Scary niggas in your click aint prepare for this
Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this
Hit em with the ap 9 or the m 1 6
See niggas so scared casaulties of wars
Hoes flippin through the air like domonique dawes
Give me mine plus yours, strip down to the droors
Give me that crome four four, i'm bout to pull a kickdoe

[magic]
Chorus x2

[kane & abel]
This is kane & abel and mr. magic nigga.
This aint no motherfuckin heckyl and jeckyl.
Motherfuckers tryin to keep it real nigga.
Make a million in this shit.
They tryin to kill other niggas but guess what.
Nigga run up, niggas gonna get more holes then a golf course bitch.
Niggas down south we bout it bitch.
We dont play no games nigga, aint no talkin.
Don't make me throw them thangs.