( Kane talking)
This what it's all about once again huh.
f**ing and s**ing once again you pissless trash.
You get on that block, you make my money.
You make my money good you pissless trash.
Chorus (Kane & Abel)
Only real n***as roll with me
Hit the block gun co*ked, n***a pa** the weed
Hustle we'll never knock, recognize the G
TRU playas indeed, TRU yes indeed
Verse 1 (Kane)
It's foolish how they be lovin that n***as sh** like a b**h
Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch
n***a it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl
Bitin they lip when they taste this dick, no trickin, diamonds and pearls
My n***as hard like sleepin on a steel matress in the hole for thirty days
Police on the payroll cause they know that nothin pay the way crime pays
f** you up like the little burn in Kool-Aid if you can't get paid
Get trapped in the one way, ready for the gun play,
bullets get sprayed with no delay
Chorus x2
Verse 2 (Abel)
Smokin that herb when I get disturbed, hit the streets like dice on the curb
These b**h a** n***as get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerve
A n***a named Master P told me hustle till I'm dead
Pitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red
Hunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, f** they hoes
Ain't nothin no love like a black rose, might hit they mama with a four four
They call me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr. Kane
Stay TRU to the game, b**h pray when the bullets rain, f** the fame
Come on
Chorus x3
(Abel talking)
Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane.
American Meat, '99 n***a.
Any n***a that f** with us, foolish as a motherf**er.
Like we said on the last motherf**in record.
You run up, you get more holes then a golf course b**h.