Artist: Kane and Abel

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For Realz

(Kane & Abel talking)
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

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Other Songs by this Artist

1. 3/2 Murder 1
2. Abortion
3. Am I My Brothers Keeper
4. Basement Session
5. Betta Kill Me
6. Between Us
7. Black Jesus
8. Call Me When You Need Some
9. For Realz
10. Gangstafied
11. Get Cha Mind Right
12. Ghetto Day
13. God And Gunz
14. Greens, Cornbread, And Cabbage
15. I Ain’t Runnin
16. Jealous Again
17. Let’s Go Get Em’
18. My Hood To Your Hood
19. No Limit Niggas
20. Out Of Town B’s
21. Rise to Power (Illegal Business)
22. Shake It Like A Dog
23. Show Me What Cha Workin Wit
24. Soldier Story
25. Straight Thuggin’
26. Stress
27. Tell Me What You’re Lookin’ For
28. That’s How It’s Gone Happen 2 U
29. The Game
30. The Possibility
31. This Is For The Smokers
32. This Life
33. Throw Them Thangs
34. Time After Time
35. Tryin’ 2 Have Sumthin’
36. Watch Me
37. We Don’t Care
38. We Got That Candy
39. Yes Indeed