Pussy ass motherfuckers. Take me to play with.
 Okay  I'm bout to show these bitches.
 Fuck  I'm already dead  so I need some fuckin company
 you know what I'm saying.
 Okay little motherfucker  I'm a show you.
 you better protect yourself

 Verse 1 (Kane)

 Every time I wake
 I thank the lord for my eyes opening
 Cause I know some hoes
 Hoping that they close
 Niggas they want me deader
 Wet up my Cucci sweater
 Back back they better
 >From the storm swarm of my berreta
 Down south hustlin
 T riding on daytons pouring like Gary Payton
 Scoring
 Haters they wanna catch me snoring
 I mean sleeping
 I seen them creeping
 In the rear view of the beamer
 Pull out the rueger
 With the built in laser beamer
 Committing felonies fuck misdemeanors
 Laugh now dick sucker cry later
 That AK 45 keep me live
 That's my motherfucking regulator

 Verse 2 (Abel)

 That's my brother Mr. Kane
 Mr. Abel
 10 g's on the table
 Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees
 To the coffin from the cradle
 Lick the salt when I drink tequilla
 Hit the lemon grab the nina
 Everyday I come out the house
 I at least committ a misdemeanor
 Po-po drop it
 Cause they can't stop it
 Hittin niggas for they profit
 Touchin on these gangsta topics
 Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets
 No limit tight like a fucking chain gang
 Kickin shit like Jackie Chan
 Front these bitches from rags to riches
 But its just a ghetto thang

 Chorus x2

 Thugs that why they feel us
 Hoes wanna get with us
 Cause we so for realz
 haters they wanna kill us

 We turning busters into down south hustlers
 We turning busters into midwest hustlers
 We turning busters into west coast thugsters
 We turning busters into east coast hustlers

 Verse 3 (Kane)

 Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk
 Bests to take yo shit more serious
 Or you'll get killed
 Cause down south we bout drama
 Nigga we bout danger
 When you here my shit click click
 That send deadly missles in the chamber
 Ain't no studio in me
 G genuine
 My boy Lil Shawn to a slug in his spine
 That was mine
 If time could rewind
 I would've took it
 Death in my face I would've looked it
 I would've shooked it
 I'm from the hood so I pay my respect
 My nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck
 We ain't found the killer yet
 But I bet
 We be ridin on some nigga set soon
 Sweepin up shit like a broom
 Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's DOOM

 coming so for realz nigga