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