(Kane & Abel talking)
p**y a** motherf**ers. Take me to play with.
Okay, I'm bout to show these b**hes.
f**, I'm already dead, so I need some f**in company
you know what I'm saying.
Okay little motherf**er, 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
n***as 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 f** misdemeanors
Laugh now dick s**er cry later
That AK 45 keep me live
That's my motherf**ing regulator
Verse 2 (Abel)
That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table
Bringin hoes a** n***as 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 n***as for they profit
Touchin on these gangsta topics
Breakin n***as and checkin they pockets
No limit tight like a f**ing chain gang
Kickin sh** like Jackie Chan
Front these b**hes 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 k** 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)
n***as take they life like spillin a gla** of milk
Bests to take yo sh** more serious
Or you'll get k**ed
Cause down south we bout drama
n***a we bout danger
When you here my sh** 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
d**h in my face I would've looked it
I would've shooked it
I'm from the hood so I pay my respect
My n***a Clay took a f**ing bullet in his neck
We ain't found the k**er yet
But I bet
We be ridin on some n***a set soon
Sweepin up sh** like a broom
Ready to k** more n***az than Platoon, it's DOOM
coming so for realz n***a