Kane and Able - Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin' lyrics

[ 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 j**els 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- 2x) [ 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 s** 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-2x) (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-4x) [ 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