For Realz - Kane & Abel

(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