#~!!@ $$# mother$#&@ers. Take me to play with.
Okay, I'm bout to show these (*##$es.
$#&@, I'm already dead, so I need some $#&@in company

You know what I'm saying.
Okay little mother$#&@er, 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
^!$$%s 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 $#&@ misdemeanors

Laugh now dick sucker cry later
That AK 45 keep me live
That's my mother$#&@ing regulator


Verse 2 (Abel)


That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table

Bringin hoes $$# ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s for they profit

Touchin on these gangsta topics
Breakin ^!$$%s and checkin they pockets
No limit tight like a $#&@ing chain gang

Kickin %#@! like Jackie Chan
Front these (*##$es from rags to riches
But it's 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)


^!$$%s take they life like spillin a glass of milk
Bests to take yo %#@! more serious
Or you'll get killed

Cause down south we bout drama
^!$$% we bout danger
When you here my %#@! 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 ^!$$% Clay took a $#&@ing bullet in his neck
We ain't found the killer yet
But I bet

We be ridin on some ^!$$% set soon
Sweepin up %#@! like a broom
Ready to kill more ^!$$%z than Platoon, it's DOOM

Coming so for realz ^!$$%