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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

Pick up the pieces

On Kane & Abel get blow deceases

The murder rate increases

Talking all that shit couldn't let that shit pass

Sewed up your lips put the hot curling iron up your ass

Bitch show some sense here respect

Fear of penatentiary ?? will put your clic in check

What's this, bucking hoes in my clothes

By my Cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to buck this

You miss, you bests to be in before your curfew

I murder you sipping brew just like my St. Ides commercial

My gangsta ass weed make your nose bleed

Smoke these damage your eyes you be standing like Chinese

MC's take off running as I

Grab the mic sweating like Rambo machine gun

And I'm macking on your hoe macking on your little sister

When I get stressed

send both them bitches to the ?? switchers

The SKS hit ya make ya bloody crime lab pictures

Breaking niggas apart like Kevin

on the ground when I come to town

Niggas better get the fuck from around



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Verse 3 (Kane)



At funeral shows dead niggas got the best hoes

They shows fearing us got they face froze

I smoke a Newport sniffing embalming fluid

?? myself up to do it

And when I did it you gone get it

Sitting, gripping on my tech and it don't sweat

I can feel the devil's hot breath on my neck

Buck buck to your ass get you numb like Teddy Pendegrass

Fiening for quick cash, how long this shit gone last

Bucking to your chest like David Koresh

Make you stank like doo doo

And got hoes who know that voodoo

Kane & Abel is the name and now you know the pain

2 to the brain for being greedy to the fucking game



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