Abel - God and Gunz lyrics

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Abel - God and Gunz lyrics

-Got my n***a Mr Kane aka Stephen King Black rain putting n***as in a bodysling -My n***a Mac the camouflage a**a**in Putting n***as in the motherf**ing uhn -You want some motherf**ing gangsta sh** n***a Verse 1 (Kane) f** Batman n***as in my hood be robbing Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of d**h, drama left my Mama sobbing f**ing with Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins Better off having a ?? on c**aine cutting your f**ing brain Anger, and keep a round live in the chamber Its clear and present danger Who the b**h made n***a banger Living United States of America bullets break the sound barrier Shook n***as down to dick licking when I bury ya Verse 2 (Mac) If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down God Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God On this island that runs along the Mississippi River When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver f** strangers, I know n***as who k** family members Your life is unimportant as Christmas is to December And h**n has got n***as on some of them demand sh** Some loaded mack 11 in the hand sh** [Chorus] n***a, have you ever seen the face of d**h n***a, have you ever heard the word of God These hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun Don't trust no one but your God and your gun Verse 3 (Abel) b**h listen to the words of the south poor righteous teacher I'm a die with hate in my eyes Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper Cause n***as on my block is ignorant like Sasquatch I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with rocks Its hysteria when I left your whole block red like ketchup Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't catch up Don't give a f**, smoke that sticky til my soul get high My spirit already dead, waiting for this body to die Cause I'm a thug, who the f** you second guessing n***as gone learn they f**ing lesson When my smith and wesson change they facial expression n***as I'm blessing check God's creation Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation Verse 4 (Mac) Affiliation from my nation got n***as pacing from here to Russia Stone crusher, I keep crew under pressure Never settle for lesser the have nots running from crab cops Slanging slab rocks to pay the mad locs And lay me down to sleep with my heat Plus some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak Peace is cool but there'll never be My mack 11 got you holding more Glocks down than Heather B [Chorus x2] Verse 5 (Abel) I'm going out for the paper til its time to meet my maker Straight soldier from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker Son I came to Glock battle with kerosene oil So the sh** don't jam and murder plans don't spoil Spirits that read the bible pray to black jesus Necessary for survival so you n***as can't see us Verse 6 (Mac) When the sun sets I'm at rest They got bullets to penetrate through your proof vest I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my n***a El puffing a L Crack sales create clientele in hell Street life what we were giving it Living it ain't no positive in it Forever ignorant, let us pray Lord