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( Kane talking)This what it's all about once again huh.Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash.You get on that block, you make my money.You make my money good you pissless trash.Chorus (Kane & Abel)Only real niggas roll with meHit the block gun cocked, nigga pass the weedHustle we'll never knock, recognize the GTRU playas indeed, TRU yes indeedSongtexteVerse 1 (Kane)It's foolish how they be lovin that niggas shit like a bitchMakin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itchNigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice GirlBitin they lip when they taste this dick, no trickin, diamonds and pearlsMy niggas hard like sleepin on a steel matress in the hole for thirty daysPolice on the payroll cause they know that nothin pay the way crime paysFuck you up like the little burn in Kool-Aid if you can't get paidGet trapped in the one way, ready for the gun play, bullets get sprayed with no delayChorus x2Verse 2 (Abel)Smokin that herb when I get disturbed, hit the streets like dice on the curbThese bitch ass niggas get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerveA nigga named Master P told me hustle till I'm deadPitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town redHunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they hoesAin't nothin no love like a black rose, might hit they mama with a four fourThey call me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr. KaneStay TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fameCome onChorus x3(Abel talking)Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane.American Meat, '99 nigga.Any nigga that fuck with us, foolish as a motherfucker.Like we said on the last motherfuckin record.You run up, you get more holes then a golf course bitch. Aus Songtexte Mania