Kane & Abel - The Possibility lyrics

(Chorus) 2x You could get it, you would get it Oh watch ya back 'fore ya wig get splitted (Kane) I start this sh** off like a kick off I'm the quarterback Lookin' for me, you can find me where the ballers at Where them dealer's at, when I'm most appealin' at My weapons I'm concealin' that b**h I know you feelin' that Beef with me, I give a f**k about your rap sheet The only thing that matter is if I catch you 'fore you catch me Don't care how many heads you bust How many years you was in the Pen' I send bullets out my Mac-10, your brain wave gon' end Don't know how much you like breathin' But if you do then I'm creepin' While you sleepin', have fun 'cause this your last weekend Don't wanna do you, it's me and you What I'm 'posed to do instead of me you dead Let your family mourn you It's serious like that, malicious where I live at Nobody got heart to forgive at Peole mama gettin' kidnap' Reality of the South is what I rap about sh** made us famous, we all them hoes yap about (Chorus) 4x (Abel) This a street enterprise, b**h close ya eyes If anybody move, everybody dies Put my life on the line if you singe-time my rhyme Tryin' teach y'all hoes about the life of crime Put ya money where the South is, bet on mine Put change on ya brain if ya drop a dime n***as actin' like they hard when they walk in the street Then they sing to the police, sweatin' like?¿? The aftermath of the gun blast turn your corpse to ash And I'm thinkin' one day that could be my a** Hot steel from the Chopper, sing like a opera The rich doctor that'll pop ya I'm not ya, partna or f**kin' boy, look in my eyes an*lyze the size of my plastic toy Peep down the barrel, see how peaceful that sh** look Then it erupt like a volcano and you bustas get cooked I let the four spliffs split, 'till the four clips click I'm out of hollow tips, 'till your clique forfeit Okay I'm reloaded bullets richochet off bricks You n***as gettin' hit, wish you never said that sh** n***as actin' like they want some They don't really want none n***as yappin' like they want some They don't really want none n***as rappin' like they got guns They ain't never bust one My clique bust one, so y'all n***as out done (Kane & Abel talks my chorus plays) Yeah, uhoh, Kane & Abel back up in this n***a Wha**up to all them thugs World wide, North, East, West, dirty South All my motherf**kin' n***as in?¿? Australia, Japan All the motherf**kin' places out there with this gangsta sh** Wha**up Atlanta, Mississippi, wha**up Chicago Kentucky, Omaha, Alabama, Indianapolis, Cincinatti, New Orleans Kansas, Lafayette, Colorado, L.A., Delaware, Phoenix N.Y.C., Salt Lake City, Detroit, wha**up St. Louis, Connecticut Wha**up Dallas, wha**up East Town, Milwaulke, f**k that Alaska, wha**up Florida, Virginia, West Virginia, wha**up Arkansas Carolinas, Utah, wha**up Indiana, Jersey, Cleveland Throw it up if you a soldier