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(feat. Mac) -Got my nigga Mr Kane aka Stephen King, black rain putting niggas in a bodysling -My nigga Mac the camouflage assassin putting niggas in the motherfucking uhn -You want some motherfucking gangsta shit nigga [Verse 1: Kane] Fuck Batman niggas in my hood be robbing Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama left my mama sobbing Fucking with Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your fucking brain Anger, and keep a round live in the chamber Its clear and present danger Who the bitch made nigga banger Living United States of America bullets break the sound barrier Shook niggas down to dick licking when I bury ya [Verse 2: Mac] If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down God Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God On this island that runs along the Mississippi River Letras de cancionesWhen ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver Fuck strangers, I know niggas who kill family members Your life is unimportant as Christmas is to December And heroin has got niggas on some of them demand shit Some loaded mack 11 in the hand shit [Chorus] Nigga, have you ever seen the face of death Nigga, have you ever heard the word of God These hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun Don't trust no one but your God and your gun [Verse 3: Abel] Bitch listen to the words of the south poor righteous teacher I'm a die with hate in my eyes Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like Sasquatch I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with rocks Its hysteria when I left your whole block red like ketchup Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't catch up Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul get high My spirit already dead, waiting for this body to die Cause I'm a thug, who the fuck you second guessing Niggas gone learn they fucking lesson When my smith and wesson change they facial expression Niggas I'm blessing check God's creation Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation [Verse 4: Mac] Affiliation from my nation got niggas pacing from here to Russia Stone crusher, I keep crew under pressure Never settle for lesser the have nots running from crab cops Slanging slab rocks to pay the mad locs And lay me down to sleep with my heat Plus some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak Peace is cool but there'll never be My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than Heather B [Chorus x2] [Verse 5: Abel] I'm going out for the paper til its time to meet my maker Straight soldier from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker Son I came to glock battle with kerosene oil So the shit don't jam and murder plans don't spoil Spirits that read the bible pray to black jesus Necessary for survival so you niggas can't see us [Verse 6: Mac] When the sun sets I'm at rest They got bullets to penetrate through your proof vest I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my nigga El puffing a L Crack sales create clientele in hell Street life what we were giving it Living it ain't no positive in it Forever ignorant, let us pray Lord From Letras Mania