-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