(feat. Boss Playa, Fiend)



[Boss Playa]

Uh, bounce uh uh

Bounce uh uh uh

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce



[Hook 1: Boss Playa]

Still live but I want shit liva

Things hot but I want things hotter

I gets high but I like to gets higher

Forever hustlin' don't ever wanna retire



[Hook 2: Kane & Abel & (Fiend)]

All my killers (Bust ya guns, bust ya guns)

All my dealers (Count ya ones, count ya ones)

All my bitches (Catch that cum, catch that cum)

And all my niggas say (We ain't leavin' till we get some)



[Verse 1: Abel]

Bitches say my niggas be lowdown

In the game where niggas get broke down

Smellin' like a pine, police put me on the ground

Mama tellin' me to slow down

They wanna put me in the jailhouse

Hoes wanna give me that good mouth

Gettin' so high, leanin' to the side, me and my homies smoked out

We real like Ewing, 25 years, 6 months and 7 days

First day we get out, got rocks in our mouth

Cause nothin' pays like crime pays

It's no excuse, keep rappers real loose

And I'm slangin' both they sisters

Took his wife and ran up in her, even took they mama out to dinner

In the limo with that babbage, smokin' on some of that good shit

Haters all out to try me, I be packin' that thang with two clips

That's deuce sick, I like em' thick, brown, yellow, or redbone

If you ever need some dick call Abel on the phone



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[Verse 2: Kane]

Niggas wanna start that bullshit, well go ahead with that fool clip

The way we floss, the way we shine got chu' niggas lookin' stupid

We ruthless, no talkin' bitch let's do this

My left and right fists bust lips and you get em' off nigga to this

Gettin' paid like we Jewish, gettin' laid like we do flips

Police raids like we move bricks but we too legit and too quick

This D.A. lookin' foolish

We next in line to shine bitch, bogardin' with that iron shit

My nine'll leave you spineless, get back or leave you mindless

It's Mr. Kane the scientist, next time I do you tryin' this

Cause my flow is relentless, that's why I drive expensive

On these haters like suspension but try to go against this

You can't win or beat in

I'm goin' for that neck like a pit in a dog fight

The battle's not a hype and ya shit sounds alright

I'm not a killer I'm a dealer, get cha' fuckin' mind right



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[Verse 3: Abel]

It's a shame my niggas be shiesty, in a game where niggas step lightly

Hoes don't like me, niggas wanna fight me, gettin my dick sucked nightly

Po-po wanna know where the dope at, I wanna know where the smoke at

In the car at the store, lookin' for the Trojans

Tryin' to fuck some hoodrat

Judge say "Son why you do that", now ya gotta go and do five flat

Next time I catch you slangin' crack, I'ma have to send you right back

It's like that but it's like this, life in the fast lane die quick

No matter where you from, bust ya guns, when niggas bout that real shit



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