Master P - For Realz lyrics

(Kane & Abel talking) p**y a** motherf**kers. Take me to play with. Okay, I'm bout to show these b**hes. F**k, I'm already dead, so I need some f**kin company you know what I'm saying. Okay little motherf**ker, 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**k misdemeanors Laugh now dick s**er cry later That AK 45 keep me live That's my motherf**king 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**king 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**king 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