[Chorus] 2x
You could get it, you would get it
Oh watch ya back 'fore ya wig get splitted
[Kane]
I start this shit off like a kick off
I'm the quarterback
Lookin' for me, you can find me where the ballers at
Where them dealer's at, when I'm most appealin' at
My weapons I'm concealin' that
Bitch I know you feelin' that
Beef with me, I give a fuck about your rap sheet
The only thing that matter is if I catch you 'fore you catch me
Don't care how many heads you bust
How many years you was in the Pen'
I send bullets out my Mac-10, your brain wave gon' end
Don't know how much you like breathin'
But if you do then I'm creepin'
While you sleepin', have fun cuz this your last weekend
Don't wanna do you, it's me and you
What I'm 'posed to do instead of me you dead
Let your family mourn you
It's serious like that, malicious where I live at
Nobody got heart to forgive at
Peole mama gettin' kidnap'
Reality of the South is what I rap about
Shit made us famous, we all them hoes yap about
[Chorus] 4x
[Abel]
This a street enterprise, bitch close ya eyes
If anybody move, everybody dies
Put my life on the line if you singe-time my rhyme
Tryin' teach y'all hoes about the life of crime
Put ya money where the South is, bet on mine
Put change on ya brain if ya drop a dime
Niggas actin' like they hard when they walk in the street
Then they sing to the police, sweatin' like ??
The aftermath of the gun blast turn your corpse to ash
And I'm thinkin' one day that could be my ass
Hot steel from the Chopper, sing like a opera
The rich doctor that'll pop
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