Kane & Abel

Kane & Abel - 32 Murder 1 lyrics

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 6 million ways to die so I chose
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 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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Copyrights:

Author: Kane & Abel

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

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