Kane And Able
The Possibility
[Chorus] 2xYou could get it, you would get itOh watch ya back 'fore ya wig get splitted[Kane]I start this shit off like a kick offI'm the quarterbackLookin' for me, you can find me where the ballers atWhere them dealer's at, when I'm most appealin' atMy weapons I'm concealin' thatBitch I know you feelin' thatBeef with me, I give a fuck about your rap sheetThe only thing that matter is if I catch you 'fore you catch meSongtexteDon't care how many heads you bustHow many years you was in the Pen'I send bullets out my Mac-10, your brain wave gon' endDon't know how much you like breathin'But if you do then I'm creepin'While you sleepin', have fun cuz this your last weekendDon't wanna do you, it's me and youWhat I'm 'posed to do instead of me you deadLet your family mourn youIt's serious like that, malicious where I live atNobody got heart to forgive atPeole mama gettin' kidnap'Reality of the South is what I rap aboutShit made us famous, we all them hoes yap about[Chorus] 4x[Abel]This a street enterprise, bitch close ya eyesIf anybody move, everybody diesPut my life on the line if you singe-time my rhymeTryin' teach y'all hoes about the life of crimePut ya money where the South is, bet on minePut change on ya brain if ya drop a dimeNiggas actin' like they hard when they walk in the streetThen they sing to the police, sweatin' like ?¿?The aftermath of the gun blast turn your corpse to ashAnd I'm thinkin' one day that could be my assHot steel from the Chopper, sing like a operaThe rich doctor that'll pop yaI'm not ya, partna or fuckin' boy, look in my eyesAnalyze the size of my plastic toyPeep down the barrel, see how peaceful that shit lookThen it erupt like a volcano and you bustas get cookedI let the four spliffs split, 'till the four clips clickI'm out of hollow tips, 'till your clique forfeitOkay I'm reloaded bullets richochet off bricksYou niggas gettin' hit, wish you never said that shitNiggas actin' like they want someThey don't really want noneNiggas yappin' like they want someThey don't really want noneNiggas rappin' like they got gunsThey ain't never bust oneMy clique bust one, so y'all niggas out done[Kane & Abel talks my chorus plays]Yeah, uhoh, Kane & Abel back up in this niggaWhassup to all them thugsWorld wide, North, East, West, dirty SouthAll my motherfuckin' niggas in ?¿?Australia, JapanAll the motherfuckin' places out there with this gangsta shitWhassup Atlanta, Mississippi, whassup ChicagoKentucky, Omaha, Alabama, Indianapolis, Cincinatti, New OrleansKansas, Lafayette, Colorado, L.A., Delaware, PhoenixN.Y.C., Salt Lake City, Detroit, whassup St. Louis, ConnecticutWhassup Dallas, whassup East Town, Milwaulke, fuck thatAlaska, whassup Florida, Virginia, West Virginia, whassup ArkansasCarolinas, Utah, whassup Indiana, Jersey, ClevelandThrow it up if you a soldier
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