3/2 Murder 1 Lyrics - Kane & Able

(Chorus) 

3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door 

3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door 

6 million ways to die so I chose 

3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door 

Verse 1 (Kane) 

Lyrical buckshots to gangsta hip-hop got to stop 

Fuck crooked cops got this glock so try to stop 

Explicit I'm on some ill shit God is my witness 

Watch a nigga get killed with the quickness 

Kane & Abel will leave your ass hurting with this pump 

Wrap 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 motherfucker 

Caine run thru in your brain watch your body drain 

Cut your legs off for half-stepping in the game 

I'll snatch you, hurt you with this tech and this mac 

Pumping on your chest won't let you take another breath 

Bloody murder is the issue 

Watch these hot missles kiss you 

Splatchering your brain tissue 

Its Kane with fire I pour gas on you and lit you 

I'm getting paid off the services of AK's 

I'm out here bad I know niggas who got grenades 

That's how it is in New Orleans 

Niggas don't go to school in the morning 

You get popped without warning 

Everybody and they mama in this fucking game 

Little g's get fronted QB's from Ben Thomas 

?? workers keep on coming up short get shot up 

In the knees 

my gradmama watching the news waiting to see my face 

And if I catch case can cola 

Cause she don't understand slanging quarters 

cause I gots to be a baller 

I smoke that cess smoke 

the fire getting higher cut your fingers off 

And biting bitches like a vampire 

Living fantasies like Mariah 

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Verse 2 (Abel) 

You was the victim of a deadly plot you got shot 

You fucking blood clot your face popped 

Pick up the pieces 

On Kane & Abel get blow deceases 

The murder rate increases 

Talking all that shit couldn't let that shit pass 

Sewed up your lips put the hot curling iron up your ass 

Bitch show some sense here respect 

Fear of penatentiary ?? will put your clic in check 

What's this, bucking hoes in my clothes 

By my Cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to buck this 

You miss, you bests to be in before your curfew 

I murder you sipping brew just like my St. Ides commercial 

My gangsta ass weed make your nose bleed 

Smoke these damage your eyes you be standing like Chinese 

MC's take off running as I 

Grab the mic sweating like Rambo machine gun 

And I'm macking on your hoe macking on your little sister 

When I get stressed 

send both them bitches to the ?? switchers 

The SKS hit ya make ya bloody crime lab pictures 

Breaking niggas apart like Kevin 

on the ground when I come to town 

Niggas better get the fuck from around 

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Verse 3 (Kane) 

At funeral shows dead niggas got the best hoes 

They shows fearing us got they face froze 

I smoke a Newport sniffing embalming fluid 

?? myself up to do it 

And when I did it you gone get it 

Sitting, gripping on my tech and it don't sweat 

I can feel the devil's hot breath on my neck 

Buck buck to your ass get you numb like Teddy Pendegrass 

Fiening for quick cash, how long this shit gone last 

Bucking to your chest like David Koresh 

Make you stank like doo doo 

And got hoes who know that voodoo 

Kane & Abel is the name and now you know the pain 

2 to the brain for being greedy to the fucking game 

(Chorus)