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