[Chorus x2]

You could get it, you would get it

Oh watch ya back 'fore ya wig get splitted



[Kane]

I start this shit off like a kick off

I'm the quarterback

Lookin' for me, you can find me where the ballers at

Where them dealer's at, when I'm most appealin' at

My weapons I'm concealin' that

Bitch I know you feelin' that

Beef with me, I give a fuck about your rap sheet

The only thing that matter is if I catch you 'fore you catch me

Don't care how many heads you bust

How many years you was in the Pen'

I send bullets out my Mac-10, your brain wave gon' end

Don't know how much you like breathin'

But if you do then I'm creepin'

While you sleepin', have fun cuz this your last weekend

Don't wanna do you, it's me and you

What I'm 'posed to do instead of me you dead

Let your family mourn you

It's serious like that, malicious where I live at

Nobody got heart to forgive at

Peole mama gettin' kidnap'

Reality of the South is what I rap about

Shit made us famous, we all them hoes yap about



[Chorus x4]



[Abel]

This a street enterprise, bitch close ya eyes

If anybody move, everybody dies

Put my life on the line if you singe-time my rhyme

Tryin' teach y'all hoes about the life of crime

Put ya money where the South is, bet on mine

Put change on ya brain if ya drop a dime

Niggas actin' like they hard when they walk in the street

Then they sing to the police, sweatin' like ?¿?

The aftermath of the gun blast turn your corpse to ash

And I'm thinkin' one day that could be my ass

Hot steel from the Chopper, sing like a opera

The rich doctor that'll pop ya

I'm not ya, partna or fuckin' boy, look in my eyes

Analyze the size of my plastic toy

Peep down the barrel, see how peaceful that shit look

Then it erupt like a volcano and you bustas get cooked

I let the four spliffs split, 'till the four clips click

I'm out of hollow tips, 'till your clique forfeit

Okay I'm reloaded bullets richochet off bricks

You niggas gettin' hit, wish you never said that shit



Niggas actin' like they want some

They don't really want none

Niggas yappin' like they want some

They don't really want none

Niggas rappin' like they got guns

They ain't never bust one

My clique bust one, so y'all niggas out done



[Kane & Abel talks my chorus plays]

Yeah, uhoh, Kane & Abel back up in this nigga

Whassup to all them thugs

World wide, North, East, West, dirty South

All my motherfuckin' niggas in ?¿?

Australia, Japan

All the motherfuckin' places out there with this gangsta shit

Whassup Atlanta, Mississippi, whassup Chicago

Kentucky, Omaha, Alabama, Indianapolis, Cincinatti, New Orleans

Kansas, Lafayette, Colorado, L.A., Delaware, Phoenix

N.Y.C., Salt Lake City, Detroit, whassup St. Louis, Connecticut

Whassup Dallas, whassup East Town, Milwaulke, fuck that

Alaska, whassup Florida, Virginia, West Virginia, whassup Arkansas

Carolinas, Utah, whassup Indiana, Jersey, Cleveland

Throw it up if you a soldier