God And Gunz Lyrics - Kane & Able

-Got my nigga Mr Kane aka Stephen King, 

black rain putting niggas in a bodysling 

-My nigga Mac the camouflage assassin 

putting niggas in the motherfucking uhn 

-You want some motherfucking gangsta shit nigga 

Verse 1 (Kane) 

Fuck Batman niggas in my hood be robbing 

Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama left my 

mama sobbing 

Fucking with Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins 

Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your fucking brain 

Anger, and keep a round live in the chamber 

Its clear and present danger 

Who the bitch made nigga banger 

Living United States of America bullets break the sound barrier 

Shook niggas down to dick licking when I bury ya 

Verse 2 (Mac) 

If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down God 

Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God 

On this island that runs along the Mississippi River 

When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver 

Fuck strangers, I know niggas who kill family members 

Your life is unimportant as Christmas is to December 

And heroin has got niggas on some of them demand shit 

Some loaded mack 11 in the hand shit 

[Chorus] 

Nigga, have you ever seen the face of death 

Nigga, have you ever heard the word of God 

These hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun 

Don't trust no one but your God and your gun 

Verse 3 (Abel) 

Bitch listen to the words of the south poor righteous teacher 

I'm a die with hate in my eyes 

Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper 

Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like Sasquatch 

I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with rocks 

Its hysteria when I left your whole block red like ketchup 

Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't catch up 

Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul get high 

My spirit already dead, waiting for this body to die 

Cause I'm a thug, who the fuck you second guessing 

Niggas gone learn they fucking lesson 

When my smith and wesson change they facial expression 

Niggas I'm blessing check God's creation 

Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation 

Verse 4 (Mac) 

Affiliation from my nation got niggas pacing from here to Russia 

Stone crusher, I keep crew under pressure 

Never settle for lesser the have nots running from crab cops 

Slanging slab rocks to pay the mad locs 

And lay me down to sleep with my heat 

Plus some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak 

Peace is cool but there'll never be 

My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than Heather B 

[Chorus x2] 

Verse 5 (Abel) 

I'm going out for the paper til its time to meet my maker 

Straight soldier from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker 

Son I came to glock battle with kerosene oil 

So the shit don't jam and murder plans don't spoil 

Spirits that read the bible pray to black jesus 

Necessary for survival so you niggas can't see us 

Verse 6 (Mac) 

When the sun sets I'm at rest 

They got bullets to penetrate through your proof vest 

I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my nigga El puffing a L 

Crack sales create clientele in hell 

Street life what we were giving it 

Living it ain't no positive in it 

Forever ignorant, let us pray Lord