For Realz Lyrics - Kane & Able

(Kane & Abel talking) 

Pussy ass motherfuckers. Take me to play with. 

Okay, I'm bout to show these bitches. 

Fuck, I'm already dead, so I need some fuckin company 

you know what I'm saying. 

Okay little motherfucker, 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 

Niggas 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 fuck misdemeanors 

Laugh now dick sucker cry later 

That AK 45 keep me live 

That's my motherfucking regulator 

Verse 2 (Abel) 

That's my brother Mr. Kane 

Mr. Abel 

10 g's on the table 

Bringin hoes ass niggas 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 niggas for they profit 

Touchin on these gangsta topics 

Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets 

No limit tight like a fucking chain gang 

Kickin shit like Jackie Chan 

Front these bitches from rags to riches 

But its 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) 

Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk 

Bests to take yo shit more serious 

Or you'll get killed 

Cause down south we bout drama 

Nigga we bout danger 

When you here my shit 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 nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck 

We ain't found the killer yet 

But I bet 

We be ridin on some nigga set soon 

Sweepin up shit like a broom 

Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's DOOM 

coming so for realz nigga