Kane Abel lyrics
Kane Abel lyrics
"For Realz Lyrics"
Addicted to Danger Lyrics
"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone" Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from the curb, word First thing it rocks, now my rid
"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone" Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from the curb, word First thing it rocks, now my rid
(Kane & Abel talking)
Pussy ass motherfuckers. Take me to play with.
OkayI'm bout to show these bitches.
FuckI'm already deadso I need some fuckin company
you know what I'm saying.
Okay little motherfuckerI'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
Niggas 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
What God Wants, Part I Lyrics
What God wants God gets God help us all What God wants God gets The kid in the corner looked at the priest And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar The priest said God wants goodness God wants light God wants mayhem God wants a clean fight What God wants God gets Don't look so surpris
mean sleeping What God wants God gets God help us all What God wants God gets The kid in the corner looked at the priest And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar The priest said God wants goodness God wants light God wants mayhem God wants a clean fight What God wants God gets Don't look so surpris
I seen them creeping
In the rear view of the beamer
Pull out the rueger
With the built in laser beamer
Committing felonies fuck misdemeanors
Laugh now dick sucker cry later
That AK 45 keep me live
That's my motherfucking regulator
Verse 2 (Abel)
That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table
Bringin hoes ass niggas 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 niggas for they profit
To
I'm Still Looking for You Lyrics
Love comes once they say If it?s the real thing Me I feel that way Knowing you must be there Waiting for me somewhere Some people say that I'm a fool But I?m still looking for you. Yes, I guess it?s sad the lovers I?ve been thru Some I could have had But they never were enough Nobody measures upuchin on these gangsta topics
Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets
No limit tight like a fucking chain gang
Kickin shit like Jackie Chan
Front these bitches 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 kill 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)
Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk
Bests to take yo shit more serious
Love comes once they say If it?s the real thing Me I feel that way Knowing you must be there Waiting for me somewhere Some people say that I'm a fool But I?m still looking for you. Yes, I guess it?s sad the lovers I?ve been thru Some I could have had But they never were enough Nobody measures up
Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets
No limit tight like a fucking chain gang
Kickin shit like Jackie Chan
Front these bitches 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 kill 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)
Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk
Bests to take yo shit more serious
Cry Ophelia Lyrics
Something went wrong You're not laughing It's not so easy now to get you to smile You gotta be strong To walk these streets And keep from falling But when you're not, just let yourself cry You've been working hard Just trying to pay the rent Tryin' to draw the line between who you are and who you invent
Or you'll get killed
Cause down south we bout drama
Nigga we bout danger
When you here my shit 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
Death in my face I would've looked it
I would've shooked it
I'm from the hood so I pay my respect
My nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck
We ain't found the killer yet
But I bet
We be ridin on some nigga set soon
Sweepin up shit like a broom
Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's DOOM
coming so for realz nigga
Something went wrong You're not laughing It's not so easy now to get you to smile You gotta be strong To walk these streets And keep from falling But when you're not, just let yourself cry You've been working hard Just trying to pay the rent Tryin' to draw the line between who you are and who you invent
Cause down south we bout drama
Nigga we bout danger
When you here my shit 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
Death in my face I would've looked it
I would've shooked it
I'm from the hood so I pay my respect
My nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck
We ain't found the killer yet
But I bet
We be ridin on some nigga set soon
Sweepin up shit like a broom
Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's DOOM
coming so for realz nigga