Letra Tryin' 2 have sumthin' Kane & Abel

Tryin' 2 have sumthin'

[ master p]

Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper
When yall ready for that nigga, I got.

Huh nigga what? (you be coughing this shit up)
Im just a nigga in the dope game
Tryin to move cocaine
Herion and weed
And a young nigga tryin to have thangs

(chorus)

Tell......me
Huh nigga what?
Im just a nigga in the dope game
Tryin to move cocaine
Herion and weed
And a young nigga tryin to have thangs

[fiend]

Who was the first of the brothers
Who said no bottle, because a
They crossed a bird
Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs
From the curb, I observe
Making tunes, I would be getting benz and jewels
You niggas give me room
Before I bring a lots of doom
I be soon to wearing time
17 and getting heavy
Seven fingers like off to find the relly
Oh my felly, my belly
Full of fast food
Cuz I know that cash rules my life
To like as twice as the nights
Im living, try my life
Fully rusted, is a chance to get a cop busted
But I stick em and break it off
So the rest wont test me
Luckily, never sticking my business
Til these hoes, and I give my friends living tears
Like my department store, cmon
(uhhhhhh)

(chorus- 2x)

[ kane and abel ]

Picture me and fiend chopping up a half a key
Twenty-bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for me
Im bout to get into thuggin, muggin
Yeah this o.p. chuggin
You can find me in the hood
Tryin to slang something
I serve a million fiends
For million dollar dreams
B.b.s. stretch lex, bitch Im bout my cream
Thunder weed and sex
More crack than cracker jack
Silkk, 100-dollar, tens
Please tell my friend he be right back
They say we hold it down
Like we paralized from the neck down
Slang from sun down to sun down
Smoking a pound

(chorus-2x)

(m.p.- uhhh nigga this a muthafuckin 211
Dont make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)

[ kane and abel ]

This a kidnapp, dont make it a killing
Put a game til the games over
Soldier, ready and willing, I be letting dissing
To get paid with a gyps of aks
If you looking for revenge, better dig two graves
Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers
20 a grams, ozs, to a balls to quaves
My hustle never stop, uh
Block to block, like a nigga sittin on three keys
Till a rock to rock cmon

(chorus-4x)

[ master p ]

Kane and abel, fiend, master p
It aint no limit nigga
Clean your dirty money out to good money
You heard, tryin to have a thang
From the motherfucking streets to the world
Real niggas take heat, bout it, bout it, rowdy, rowdy
Uhhhhhh