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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