Kane & Able - 3/2 Murder 1 Lyrics
(chorus)3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door6 million ways to die so I chose3 2 murder 1 lyric at your doorVerse 1 (kane)Lyrical buckshots to gangsta hip-hop got to stop***** crooked cops got this glock so try to stopExplicit Im on some ill shit God is my witnessWatch a nigga get killed with the quicknessKane & abel will leave your ass hurting with this pumpWrap you up in a shower curtain and dump you in the trunk? ? wanna cuff me like ? ?The bank robber crew come thru drunker than a mother*****erCaine run thru in your brain watch your body drainCut your legs off for half-stepping in the gameIll snatch you, hurt you with this tech and this macPumping on your chest wont let you take another breathBloody murder is the issueWatch these hot missles kiss youSplatchering your brain tissueIts kane with fire I pour gas on you and lit youIm getting paid off the services of aksIm out here bad I know niggas who got grenadesThats how it is in new orleansNiggas dont go to school in the morningYou get popped without warningEverybody and they mama in this *****ing gameLittle gs get fronted qbs from ben thomas? ? workers keep on coming up short get shot upIn the kneesMy gradmama watching the news waiting to see my faceAnd if I catch case can colaCause she dont understand slanging quartersCause I gots to be a ballerI smoke that cess smokeThe fire getting higher cut your fingers offAnd biting *****es like a vampireLiving fantasies like mariah(chorus)Verse 2 (abel)You was the victim of a deadly plot you got shotYou *****ing blood clot your face poppedPick up the piecesOn kane & abel get blow deceasesThe murder rate increasesTalking all that shit couldnt let that shit passSewed up your lips put the hot curling iron up your ass***** show some sense here respectFear of penatentiary ? ? will put your clic in checkWhats this, bucking hoes in my clothesBy my cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to buck thisYou miss, you bests to be in before your curfewI murder you sipping brew just like my st. ides commercialMy gangsta ass weed make your nose bleedSmoke these damage your eyes you be standing like chineseMcs take off running as iGrab the mic sweating like rambo machine gunAnd Im macking on your hoe macking on your little sisterWhen I get stressedSend both them *****es to the ? ? switchersThe sks hit ya make ya bloody crime lab picturesBreaking niggas apart like kevinOn the ground when I come to townNiggas better get the ***** from around(chorus)Verse 3 (kane)At funeral shows dead niggas got the best hoesThey shows fearing us got they face frozeI smoke a newport sniffing embalming fluid? ? myself up to do itAnd when I did it you gone get itSitting, gripping on my tech and it dont sweatI can feel the devils hot breath on my neckBuck buck to your ass get you numb like teddy pendegrassFiening for quick cash, how long this shit gone lastBucking to your chest like david koreshMake you stank like doo dooAnd got hoes who know that voodooKane & abel is the name and now you know the pain2 to the brain for being greedy to the *****ing game(chorus)
