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(feat. Boss Playa, Fiend) [Boss Playa] Uh, bounce uh uh Bounce uh uh uh Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Hook 1: Boss Playa] Still live but I want shit liva Things hot but I want things hotter I gets high but I like to gets higher Forever hustlin' don't ever wanna retire [Hook 2: Kane & Abel & (Fiend)] All my killers (Bust ya guns, bust ya guns) All my dealers (Count ya ones, count ya ones) All my bitches (Catch that cum, catch that cum) And all my niggas say (We ain't leavin' till we get some) [Verse 1: Abel] Bitches say my niggas be lowdown In the game where niggas get broke down Smellin' like a pine, police put me on the ground Mama tellin' me to slow down They wanna put me in the jailhouse Hoes wanna give me that good mouth SongtexteGettin' so high, leanin' to the side, me and my homies smoked out We real like Ewing, 25 years, 6 months and 7 days First day we get out, got rocks in our mouth Cause nothin' pays like crime pays It's no excuse, keep rappers real loose And I'm slangin' both they sisters Took his wife and ran up in her, even took they mama out to dinner In the limo with that babbage, smokin' on some of that good shit Haters all out to try me, I be packin' that thang with two clips That's deuce sick, I like em' thick, brown, yellow, or redbone If you ever need some dick call Abel on the phone [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Verse 2: Kane] Niggas wanna start that bullshit, well go ahead with that fool clip The way we floss, the way we shine got chu' niggas lookin' stupid We ruthless, no talkin' bitch let's do this My left and right fists bust lips and you get em' off nigga to this Gettin' paid like we Jewish, gettin' laid like we do flips Police raids like we move bricks but we too legit and too quick This D.A. lookin' foolish We next in line to shine bitch, bogardin' with that iron shit My nine'll leave you spineless, get back or leave you mindless It's Mr. Kane the scientist, next time I do you tryin' this Cause my flow is relentless, that's why I drive expensive On these haters like suspension but try to go against this You can't win or beat in I'm goin' for that neck like a pit in a dog fight The battle's not a hype and ya shit sounds alright I'm not a killer I'm a dealer, get cha' fuckin' mind right [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Verse 3: Abel] It's a shame my niggas be shiesty, in a game where niggas step lightly Hoes don't like me, niggas wanna fight me, gettin my dick sucked nightly Po-po wanna know where the dope at, I wanna know where the smoke at In the car at the store, lookin' for the Trojans Tryin' to fuck some hoodrat Judge say "Son why you do that", now ya gotta go and do five flat Next time I catch you slangin' crack, I'ma have to send you right back It's like that but it's like this, life in the fast lane die quick No matter where you from, bust ya guns, when niggas bout that real shit [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Hook 1] Aus Songtexte Mania