(Kane & Abel talking)   Pussy ass motherfuckers. Take me to play with.    Okay, I'm bout to show these bitches.    Fuck, I'm already dead, so I need some fuckin company    you know what I'm saying.    Okay little motherfucker, I'm a show you.   you better protect yourself      Verse 1 (Kane)      Every time I wake   I thank the lord for my eyes opening   Cause I know some hoes   Hoping that they close   Niggas they want me deader   Wet up my Cucci sweater   Back back they better   >From the storm swarm of my berreta   Down south hustlin   T riding on daytons pouring like Gary Payton   Scoring    Haters they wanna catch me snoring   I mean sleeping   I seen them creeping   In the rear view of the beamer   Pull out the rueger   With the built in laser beamer   Committing felonies fuck misdemeanors   Laugh now dick sucker cry later   That AK 45 keep me live   That's my motherfucking regulator      Verse 2 (Abel)      That's my brother Mr. Kane   Mr. Abel   10 g's on the table   Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees   To the coffin from the cradle   Lick the salt when I drink tequilla   Hit the lemon grab the nina   Everyday I come out the house   I at least committ a misdemeanor   Po-po drop it   Cause they can't stop it   Hittin niggas for they profit   Touchin on these gangsta topics   Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets   No limit tight like a fucking chain gang   Kickin shit like Jackie Chan   Front these bitches from rags to riches   But its just a ghetto thang      Chorus x2      Thugs that why they feel us    Hoes wanna get with us   Cause we so for realz   haters they wanna kill us      We turning busters into down south hustlers   We turning busters into midwest hustlers   We turning busters into west coast thugsters   We turning busters into east coast hustlers      Verse 3 (Kane)      Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk   Bests to take yo shit more serious   Or you'll get killed   Cause down south we bout drama   Nigga we bout danger   When you here my shit click click   That send deadly missles in the chamber   Ain't no studio in me   G genuine   My boy Lil Shawn to a slug in his spine   That was mine   If time could rewind   I would've took it   Death in my face I would've looked it   I would've shooked it   I'm from the hood so I pay my respect   My nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck   We ain't found the killer yet   But I bet   We be ridin on some nigga set soon   Sweepin up shit like a broom   Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's DOOM      coming so for realz nigga