Somebody let me outta here they're goin to fuckin kill each other

Nigga this Kane and Abel

And you're listenin' to the motherfuckin no limit soldiers compilation

All the cowards better get the fuck to the back 

because bout to go down in this bitch

  

[Chorus x2]

It's a motherfuckin' riot (riot)

All you bitch ass niggaz be quiet (riot)

It's a motherfuckin' riot (riot)

All you bitch ass bitches be quiet (riot)

  

[Kane]

Tequila on my breath 

Who next to step in depth

Check if you got heart

I'll bill out your chest

Stop a lyrical light speed

Blunts rolled tight like weed

Medieval teens in my jeans

Eat'em bust like private beans

triple beamer cumulated

Hey, they can't fade it

Sick, pull out my dick 

And show them hoes I'm x-rated

I stay ready

Bitches doin' pushups in the jail house

Gettin' ready, cuz niggaz know birds fly south

Well protected by them killers 

Wit the goal in they mouth

Friends my trigger finger itch

And boom, tear that ass out

Live from the battlefield 

Blue still never kill kill

Shit gettin' real better 

God you grill

  

[Chorus x2]

  

[Abel]

I got the ice cold grill 

Chillin' wit two killers

One shot one killed

Gangster five gorillas 

In the club me mug

Smoke some bud

If you fuckin' wit thugs

Play catch wit slugs

Nigga cut that shit, uh

Throw that shit

If you roll less shit 

Then we can blow that shit

In the back of the whip 

Just like your rest

That your bitch in assit

Gettin' a dick taste test

I'm mister Abel, that nigga,

Mister Kane

(Stay cool to the game)

Son shine the rain

(At the million dollar game)

Mister Master P

(My daddy's place I can hold)

Chasin' after me

Can we please get into some gangster shit

(Take it back to 96)

Flippin' bricks for chips, bitch

  

[Chorus x4]