[Chorus] 2x

You could get it, you would get it

Oh watch ya back 'fore ya wig get splitted



[Kane]

I start this shit off like a kick off

I'm the quarterback

Lookin' for me, you can find me where the ballers at

Where them dealer's at, when I'm most appealin' at

My weapons I'm concealin' that

Bitch I know you feelin' that

Beef with me, I give a fuck about your rap sheet

The only thing that matter is if I catch you 'fore you catch me

Don't care how many heads you bust

How many years you was in the Pen'

I send bullets out my Mac-10, your brain wave gon' end

Don't know how much you like breathin'

But if you do then I'm creepin'

While you sleepin', have fun cuz this your last weekend

Don't wanna do you, it's me and you

What I'm 'posed to do instead of me you dead

Let your family mourn you

It's serious like that, malicious where I live at

Nobody got heart to forgive at

Peole mama gettin' kidnap'

Reality of the South is what I rap about

Shit made us famous, we all them hoes yap about



[Chorus] 4x



[Abel]

This a street enterprise, bitch close ya eyes

If anybody move, everybody dies

Put my life on the line if you singe-time my rhyme

Tryin' teach y'all hoes about the life of crime

Put ya money where the South is, bet on mine

Put change on ya brain if ya drop a dime

Niggas actin' like they hard when they walk in the street

Then they sing to the police, sweatin' like ??

The aftermath of the gun blast turn your corpse to ash

And I'm thinkin' one day that could be my ass

Hot steel from the Chopper, sing like a opera

The rich doctor that'll pop