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KANE & ABEL lyrics : "Count Your Ones"

F/ 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 %#@! 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 (*##$es (Catch that###, catch that###)
And all my ^!$$%s say (We ain't leavin' till we get some)


[Verse 1: Abel]
(*##$es say my ^!$$%s be lowdown

In the game where ^!$$%s 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
Gettin' 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 %#@!
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

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[Verse 2: Kane]
^!$$%s wanna start that bull%#@!, well go ahead with that fool clip
The way we floss, the way we shine got chu' ^!$$%s lookin' stupid

We ruthless, no talkin' (*##$ let's do this
My left and right fists bust lips and you get em' off ^!$$% 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 (*##$, bogardin' with that iron %#@!

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 %#@! sounds alright
I'm not a killer I'm a dealer, get cha' $#&@in' mind right


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[Verse 3: Abel]
It's a shame my ^!$$%s be shiesty, in a game where ^!$$%s step lightly

Hoes don't like me, ^!$$%s 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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s bout that real %#@!


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