Kane & Abel - Tryin 2 Have Sumthin' lyrics

(feat. Fiend, Master P) [Master P] Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper When ya'll ready for that n***a, I got. Huh n***a what? (You be coughing this sh** up) I'm just a n***a in the dope game Tryin' to move c**aine Herion and Weed And a young n***a tryin' to have thangs [Chorus] Tell......Me Huh n***a what? I'm just a n***a in the dope game Tryin' to move c**aine Herion and weed And a young n***a tryin' to have thangs [Fiend] Who was the first of the brothers Who said no bottle, because a They crossed a bird Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs From the curb, I observe Making tunes, I would be getting Benz and Jewels You n***as give me room Before I bring a lots of doom I be soon to wearing time 17 and getting heavy Seven fingers like off to find the relly Oh my felly, my belly Full of fast food Cuz I know that cash rules my life To like as twice as the nights I'm living, Try my life Fully rusted, Is a chance to get a cop busted But I stick em' and break it off So the rest won't test me Luckily, Never sticking my business Til' these hoes, And I give my friends living tears Like my department store, C'mon (Uhhhhhh) [Chorus x2] [Kane and Abel] Picture me and Fiend chopping up a half a key Twenty-b**hes you asked for them, 2-52 for me I'm bout to get into thuggin', muggin' Yeah this O.P. chuggin' You can find me in the hood Tryin' to slang something I serve a million Fiends For million dollar dreams B.B.S. stretch Lex, b**h I'm bout my cream Thunder Weed and Sex More crack than cracker jack Silkk, 100-dollar, Tens Please tell my friend he be right back They say we hold it down Like we paralized from the neck down Slang from sun down to sun down Smoking A Pound [Chorus x2] [M.P.] (Uhhh n***a this a muthaf**in' 211 Don't make it into a 1-80-7 you heard) [Kane and Abel] This a kidnapp, Don't make it a k**ing Put a game til' the game's over Soldier, Ready and willing, I be letting dissing To get paid with a gyps of AK's If you looking for revenge, Better dig two graves Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers 20 A grams, OZ's, To A balls to quaves My hustle never stop, uh Block to Block, Like a n***a sittin' on three keys Till a rock to rock C'mon [Chorus x4] [Master P] Kane and Abel, Fiend, Master P It ain't no limit n***a Clean your dirty money out to good money You heard, Tryin' to have a thang From the motherf**ing streets to the world Real n***as take heat, Bout it, Bout it, Rowdy, Rowdy Uhhhhhh