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KANE & ABEL lyrics : "State's Evidence"

F/ Ghinn, Skandalust, Boss Player, Tommy Two Face

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[Intro]
State your name for the court please (Ghinn)

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin but the truth, so help you God
(Fa'sho fa'sho)


[Ghinn]
Hard times of makin ^!$$%z brains thrust

The way to make it now a days is have to trust
And bust a mother$#&@az head, if he steps wrong hit'em
A one man army, ^!$$%z swarm me, I'm gonna get'em by my self

I don't give a $#&@ if I live or die, I'm creepin
Mac up off da shell scoapin, threw these evil eyes, suprize no moakin
^!$$% do or die, don't try I'm floatin

On this genuwine verl potent, ^!$$% you watch fun and gloatin
Gonna take you down when I starta pokin
See I don't $#&@ around ^!$$%z, I ain't jokin is I'm smokin

How many ^!$$%z wanna test, when it comes to brakin mother$#&@az necks
Now who's up next, you wanna try me my triggaz the flow
$#&@ around and die ^!$$% proove a hoe, ^!$$% throw


[Skandalust]
^!$$% bring me da pain ^!$$%, I still shine to

You (*##$es block my path, from one angle I still came threw
Appreciate da gal blocks (*##$, you set up on me
Cause every hour or three, decrease me kins by three

I know you (*##$es feel me, so stay da $#&@ out my path
Cuz you don't wanna feel da raft when my nerves done got bad
I wanted more then all I ever had, she'd tears for it, years for it

So don't think ima bust ya $#&@in chest for it, make you stress for it
Crystalization so far you talk %#@!, now what you face'n
Still ajascent, to my brother &&^(, who $#&@ed dem ^!$$%z who be hatin

When I spit be like tornados, da last game of craps
Most wanted keep a (*##$ straped
Ugh


[Boss playa]
I'm hell risin, thug livin, just look at my life

Doin %#@! dat ain't right, get'n devious in the night, flight
Servin fiends wit pipes, everything straight but not quite
Tryin to get paid, bustin to make it to the light

My life is full of crackheads
^!$$%z dat blade, ^!$$%z dat dead, some of'em players
Some locked up by da FED's, for bread

I'm goin all out
Most Wanted aim slugs in my mouth, real criminals ain't from down south
What you bout, I bring, bullets sting

They reign, when I come to bust your head, ^!$$%z gon know it's a thing
And they wonder, when will there ever be peace
Never, drama increase

Slugs released from boss playaz on the streets

[talking]

Your honour, the state would like to call their first witness to the stand
Tommy Two face


[Tommy Two Face]
Murders the plot, attack is the plan, revenge is the motive
No mercy cause they got loaded pistols, his head exploaded

Now how can I walk the block wit ease,
When ^!$$%z is ready to @@#! and squeeze, make you stop and freeze
You watch and see through these streets are like a war zone

So I speak in a raw tone
No longer as a G.I. Joe, ^!$$% we all grown
So wont the fact that raps it bring riches,

When my enemy pull it, hope that every bullet misses, this is the dark days
So now welcome to the dark age
The place where the hearts rage and my strength the sparks blaze

Raise my marks, worry everytime I leave and fear that I'm next to bleed
Hope'n she ain't the next to greive
God believe my intensions was good

A thick crew, a vest a gun or two, is the best defence in the hood
Now could it be a ^!$$% straight thuggin and stay dunkin
Triggers we stay huggin
Agony stay commin, mother$#&@az
If I'm goin down, I'm takin ^!$$%z wit me

Like Kane and Abel

[Kane and Abel]
Watch me load my guns, a bit of sun, to the beat of the drum
I was born bought off and wrote off since day one

Con straight off da triple beam, wit this lyrical sceme
Mind designed like AV-9 wit an infer-red beem
I revail an unseen click and quick to serve them fiends
The meanest ^!$$%z besta stay quiet, when we droppin
I wanna hear pin drops and rats pissin on cotton

Writin ^!$$%z is plottin, leave'em forever forgottin
Most Wanted ain't stopin, to all the cuffs unlockin
And my ^!$$%z runnin out the pen, gun @@#!in and poppin

{*gun shots*

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