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It's the way God planned it Ho, you can't stand it, we don't die, we multiply like rabbits Ran back like an addict Took the high road on niggas, I'm riding overpasses Nothing in your catalogue classic, you shaqting like Thanasis Godfather Kane, I turned these sons to bastards Belt to ass like Joseph Jackson No relaxin', wrapping niggas in plastic Yeah It's alright if they wanna start that shit, yeah Yeah It's alright, 'cause I'ma talk my shit, yeah Bitches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah Yeah, yeah, niggas hatin' But I'm still gonna be out there slammin' Had to come back for the sequel, ain't no equal Riggs and Murtaugh, this shit lethal Plucking the feathers off this eagle, when I chef it Got that girl and stripped her naked Put that bitch right back together Make that ho come back with extra I'm the Barksdale of my section Nah, I'm the Marlowe of my section Bitch, my history ain't no mystery Letras de cancionesBoy, your bars is under question, under review, nothing new Another crew of Freddie clones I put more niggas on this field than Jerry Jones Leave that man alone, yeah Yeah, yeah It's alright if they wanna talk that shit, yeah Yeah, yeah I heard that nigga'll never walk right, bitch, yeah Yeah, uh Bitches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah Yeah, yeah Niggas hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah Niggas hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah Seats was gravy, the DeVille was all white, yeah We smash like mashed potatoes, tax evaders Shout my brother, Hanni, I just made like 1.5 in Asia Yeah Man, this shit crazy how a nigga done went from nick rocks to wet whip Gen Pop to Netflix, yeah I was in the cell, making up a set list, for my next show, for my next lick I was suicidal with a death wish, yeah, uh If I flew her out, it was a sex trip, now, my baby mama 'bout to set trip I don't give a shit, these niggas ain't with the shit These niggas ain't livin' it '03, I was selling reggie in a box Chevy on spinners, bitch Got a Dope Boy Certificate I'm from the East Side Crime Syndicate, straight thugged out You a cartoon, thug-nificent, but I broke the mold Made her crack the safe, only time I broke the code Nigga be twice as rich, if it wasn't for clothes, alcohol, and hoes, yeah I want the dope, alcohol and hoes Gotta stop tricking on every Ruby and Amber Rose, yeah I'm still in my prime, I've seen these hoes get old No shoulder left to cry on, ho, my shoulder's cold It's what you chose, yeah Oh Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold? I said no Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold? Yeah, this the way God planned it Bitch, understand it, we don't die We multiply just like rabbits, you shaqting like Thanasis With the fetti thick like molasses, I'm out here stacking cabbage Bitch, I'm coming right at you, put on your 3-D glasses, uh No Ticketmaster, we ain't giving passes Buy all the front row tickets to your show and make that shit disastrous Yeah, nigga Shoot up the front and get them bitches cancelled Hold your whole career for ransom, money call, you scared to answer, yeah I know you niggas thought I was scared to answer back These hip-hop cops is on my sack, I've really been plotting on my attack Niggas really don't want no smoke, they want that clout shit off the bat Man, this rap beef shit is corny now I'd rather not be attached To none of these lame ass niggas You can't do another interview without the Kane Train getting mentioned Knock a nigga off with this bulldog, fuck switches and extensions Send a salmon back in your fanny pack, ho, you sleeping with the fishes Piss on you bitches Oh Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold? I said no Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold? Yeah, let's go I'm back, bitch 50 in the clip Yeah From Letras Mania