1.Time After Time
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus：
If you're lost and you look then you will find me
Time after time (only time will tell)
If you fall i will catch you i'll be waiting
Time after time
Kane：
The ghetto's tryin to kill me
That's why i stay faded and stoned
Cause when i leave the house i never know if i'm comin home
Bullets got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin tears cause its hurtin me
I write my cousin in the pen to see if he okay
He's locked up on his little girl's first birthday
To this day love my homies dearly down to die wit em'
I ball and they ball you hear me ima ride wit em'
You fall then we fall i be there when you need me
Its easy all you gotta do is beep me
Chorus x3
(rapping while chorus is still going)
Master p：
We gonna ball till we fall
We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call
Master p：
This ghetto got me trapped
And homies i feel your pain
See these streets is like a living hell
And the devil be the dope man
And everybody wanna fix from heron to even powder
My little nephew's a crack baby
When he hollas momma put dinner in his baby bottle
These streets got me doin' shit that i really don't want to
But niggas gotta be strapped
With bulletproof vest or homies will ride
Through and just blast on you
And the game got me trippin
But you know i'm never slippin
And every bitch wit a pretty face and a big butt
U can't just jump in a pool skinny-dippin
Cause you know what life ain't the same nigga
And i mean times can change keep your eyes on your enemy
If you a hustler get what you got to get and get out man
Cause ah see these streets they don't pay to be dumb
And real homies stick together like kane and able, p and down to
ride
When the time come
Chorus x2
(rapping while chorus still going)
Master p：
We gonna ball till we fall
We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call x2
Abel：
I watched my nieces and nephews grow
Before my very eyes
I pray that they could make somethin' out of their lives
You could lose your breath at the speed of light
What if i'm deaf chasin' dream's in the heat of the night
You might could lose your sight
In these streets ain't no peace
What your eyes see the last man standing off his feet
But times have changed neva love material thangs
If i could promise anythang you gonna leave the way you came
Check my homie sean digs doin' life plus one
(so) when he called me collect to accept i press one
My benz is your benz, my house is your home
If you eva need a friend then call abel on the phone
Chorus x3
(yo)
(this is for the real ballers and players out there)
(time after time)
(haha)
(gonna ball till' we fall
But we gotta be there when the homies call)
(we bout it bout it)
(for real send a few dollars to your boy
In the penitentiary keep your boy on the streets)
(you know what real homies stick together
They don't turn on each other remember that)
(no limit family baby)
(master p, kane, and abel)
(to the world)
(haha)
(we're here when all our homies need us
Though you heard me ain't nothing changed)
(just gotta live with changin through
Cuz it still the same though it still the same)
(down for whateva)
(no limit for life baby)
2.This Is For The Smokers
Somebody open a fuckin' window
I can't fucking breath
Let's get high tonight
Let's get high tonight
Let's get high tonight
Let's get high tonight
When i ain't got no weed my nerves get bad
This gunnu want a page 'bout to score me a bag
Of that green sticky, don't want no stems or seeds
My nigga fiend in the front seat rollin' sum sweets
See we like to get high seven days a week
And weed smoke in the air, make my niggas tweak
And snoop choppin' up some chronic in the back seat
Soulja slim down to smoke 10 before we fall asleep
Get weight, and still wanna get high
Moby dick commin' with that chocolate tai
Nah, nah, this is for my smokers
My coke lovin' snorters
My niggas flippin' quarters
Uhh we smokers, we oughta
Nah, nah, this is for my smokers
My coke lovin' snorters
The niggas stay flippin' quarters
We smoke, cus we oughta
Two things i'm gun' do, get high and die
Shirt smellin' like sess, momma askin' why
Red eyes, burnt lips, brown finger tips
You chokin' like you 'bout to die, lemme hit that shit
I need weed to proceed, you hoes acting stuck up
But bitch i want some pussy, when we get fucked up
Just me and my niggas gettin' higha than a motherfucka
Stop at the store, mouth drya than a mothafucka
Half of pound of stress, put that chest to the test
Throw your nigga a gun, cus tonight's the smoke fest
Why, why this is for my smokers
My coke lovin' snorters
My niggas stay flippin' quarters
Uhh we smokers, we oughta
Uhh, uhh, this is for my smokers
My coke lovin' snorters
My niggas stay flippin' quarters
We smoke, cus we oughta
3.Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin'
Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper
When ya'll ready for that nigga, i got.
Huh nigga what？ (you be coughing this shit up)
I'm 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？
I'm just a nigga in the dope game
Tryin' to move cocaine
Herion and weed
And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs
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
I'm 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 won't test me
Luckily, never sticking my business
Til' these hoes, and i give my friends living tears
Like my department store, c'mon
(uhhhhhh)
(chorus- 2x)
Picture me and fiend chopping up a half a key
Twenty-bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for me
I'm 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 i'm 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
Don't make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)
This a kidnapp, don't make it a killing
Put a game til' the game's over
Soldier, ready and willing, i be letting dissing
To get paid with a gyps of ak's
If you looking for revenge, better dig two graves
Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers
20 a grams, oz's, 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 c'mon
(chorus-4x)
Kane and abel, fiend, master p
It ain't 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
4.Soldier Story
All he want to be a no limit soldier
All he want to be a soldier a soldier
All he want to be a no limit soldier
All he want to be a soldier like me
All he want to be a soldier a soldier
All he want to be a soldier like me
A soldier a soldier
A soldier a soldier
Crack done took apart my family tree
My mama's on the shit
My daddy splitting
Mom's steady blaming me
Is it my fault just because i'm a young black male
The feds swept me as if kane and abel making crack sales
Only 15 and got problems
Cops on my tail so i bail til i dodge em
They finally pulled me over and i laughed
Remember rodney king and i blast on they punk ass
Now i got a murder case
You say your from the ghetto bitch you never heard a place
Trying to make some cash got a uz and a black mask
Drop the fucking task
Down goes the jack ass
Keep my shit cocked cause the cops got a glock too
What the fuck would you do？
Drop them or let em drop you
I chose dropping the cop
I got me a glock and some glocks for them niggas on my block
Mama tried to stab me i moved out
Stole a couple keys
Made g's
Bought a new house
Only 17 i'm the new king
Got me a crew hell a jewels and a uzi
But all good things don't last
Task came fast
Busted my black ass
I'm chilling in the pen facing life or death
Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
Chorus
Buck buck
Niggas get touched don't step to this
Represent my set with this tech on a death wish
Tell em come and test
And the rest it gets hectic
Making you a speck and busters gotta exit
Walking throught the streets selling this crack shit
Packing several gats cause i'm on some pay him back shit
Niggas don't wanna try me
Bitch you'll get shot down
Now i'm packing a glock since my twin brother's locked down
I'm hot now
So many crooked cops had got shot down
5-o see me on the block and they chalk now
That's what i call a high roller
Send my brother what he needs and some weed to angola
Tell him just be ready set
Pack yo' shit up quick and when i hit be prepared to jet
Nigga from the block down to roll nigga
Every single one got a gun
Now i'm smoked nigga
These hoes about to get hit by the best
I'm wearing double vests
So aim at my fucking chest
I be making straight head shots
Touch the button on the wall you gone feel it when yo' face pop
I can still hear my mother's shout
Hit the pen abel
Break your brother kane out
I got a message for the warden
I'm coming for your ass as fast as flash gordon
We get surrounded in the mess hall
Yes y'all
A crazy motherfucker making death calls
Just bring my brother kane and we leaning
For every minute you start one of y'all bleeding
They brought my brother with a quickness
I kidnapped the cop ready for the sickness
And just as we were walking out
I caught a bullet in the head
The screams never left my mouth
My brother caught a bullet too
I think he gone pull through
He deserve to
The fast life ain't everything they told ya'
Never get much older
Follow in the tracks of a soldier
Chorus
5.Throw Them Thangs
Yo kl, hook me up with some of that beats by the pound kane ＆
abel
Gangstafied gorrila shit.
We start tightin up on these niggas like a nigga been doin.
Nigga, we got the whole no limit motherfuckin family
representin.
Them niggas kane ＆ abel, am i my brothers keeper.
Got that fuckin tank around your fuckin neck nigga, fuckin
right.
Nigga.
Chorus
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
My hustle's still sick, set trip, bullets spin niggas flip
Hot slugs hit, that's it, rip that ass like some pump dick
Feel respect from my balls i don't pause for shit
I'm quick to empty my clip and hit the gas bitch
Drive by, four niggas thinkin like they the shit
Bye bye, mr. kane bring the pain like project brings to the
brain
My game is worth more then my weight in cocain
Don't wanna get wet, but bitch don't go outside in the rain
No limit, we get respect for chin chacks and teks
Mob connects, tryin to disrespect, save your breath
Cause i aint met a motherfucker who can do that yet
On the edge of death like we the last real niggas left
Chorus
(my turn now)
Respect my mind i'm ready to war with any nigga
Face me head up i gotta do that the hard nigga
You don't know where drama come from cause i'm with kane ＆ abel
Twin motherfuckers that's definately willing and able
Picture the pain we puttin these niggas through
We got bitches hurtin too, we runnin through the whole fuckin
crew
I thought yall knew, for any nigga that wanna buck up
Get fucked up, i gotta fortyfive motherfucker
Chorus
I split em, i hit em, then casket fit em
Left a nigga staggerin like roy jones done hit em
When i cock my shit i'm a bust my shit
Scary niggas in your click aint prepare for this
Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this
Hit em with the ap 9 or the m 1 6
See niggas so scared casaulties of wars
Hoes flippin through the air like domonique dawes
Give me mine plus yours, strip down to the droors
Give me that crome four four, i'm bout to pull a kickdoe
Chorus x2
This is kane ＆ abel and mr. magic nigga.
This aint no motherfuckin heckyl and jeckyl.
Motherfuckers tryin to keep it real nigga.
Make a million in this shit.
They tryin to kill other niggas but guess what.
Nigga run up, niggas gonna get more holes then a golf course
bitch.
Niggas down south we bout it bitch.
We dont play no games nigga, aint no talkin.
Don't make me throw them thangs.
6.Out Of Town B's
(knocking at the door)
Snoop： kane, able
Damn, what's up nigga
Kane ＆ able：what's happenin'
Snoop： snoop dogg
Kane ＆ able： ohh what's up nigga
Snoop： i got 35 bad bitches in my room
Nigga these out of town hoes that we out here with
Kane ＆ able： no shit
Snoop： you with it nigga
Kane ＆ able： for sho'
Snoop： 1505 come get at me
Kane ＆ able： kewl im in
365 days in one year dogg, and about 85 bad bitches over there
up
Against the wall
They all waitin' to be chose, clothes sweaty and shit
But all dey wanna do is see some gangsta dick
This gangsta shit it's takin' the whole world by swarm
You shoulda' seen how many bitches came to see a nigga perform
They swarm the stage, the minute we hit it
And as soon as p said 'uhhh', the bitches got wit it
Since im new with no limit soldiers, i stay in the cut
New face on the block, so i get all the cock
Silky slim is what they call me, cus im so low key
When y'all niggas in my town, nigga, hoes on me, for real
Respect game, do the same when im on your turf
So many bitches k.l. for shit what dey worth
You can smoke a little bit of this from the w.s.
You doin' it with the d-o-double g, so you can tuck that stress
Ohh yes, nigga thats how we does it
You like doggy dogg, well i like you too, and your cousin
We bustin' like a mothafucka in this presidential suite
With two bad bitches, i ain't gunna give a fuck about next week
Bitches, bitches, bitches
Yah, im fuckin' with these out of town bitches
Bitches, bitches, bitches
Yah, im fuckin' with these out of town bitches
Every other city we go, we fuck thems' pimpin' hoes
Some louie ville, to little rock, atlanta, to chicago
I like them hoes big fine and slim in the waist
Tattoo on her titty, lookin' jiggity with the pretty face
Backstage at the concert ass bulgin' out tha miniskirt
Im kane that's able, you wanna put in some worth
Thats a g-string you got on, boy you know your wrong
Bring your girls to 15-0-5 i can't talk long
Hay yo' snoop, these bitches gon' fuck tonight
Grab the rubbers and da weed, i got the champaign and da ice
And if you come in muh room, your commin' to fuck
Take your drawz off and shut up till i bust me a nut
From the east coast to the west, midwest, to down south
These out of town bitches gettin' dick in dey mouth
Yo', im all about manage et toi
Catch me in action, bangin' like a porno star
Yo' kane i seen her first, so you roll, don't be a hater
？？ im gunna play her later, after i fuck her we can switch later
I met this bitch, im gunna keep her name on the low
Put my dick in her mouth bout as deep as it could go
It's 2 a.m., fuckin' yah till 10
Tell your man back at home, hey boy were only just a friend
Like them college girls, with the funny accent
Now i got your ass bent, in my boys apartment
Don't look suprised im one of them ？？ rapper master p
Before you blink your eyes, you gunna' be fuckin' me and c
Im tried of seein' the same ole hoes, that my niggas dun' fucked
before
There ain't nothing like new pussy, on the road, after a show
7.Ghetto Day
Kane：see in the ghetto
When thug niggas die
We ride
The whole hood ride
You gonna ride if you a soldier
You a soldier ain't cha
Abel： hell yeah, nigga
Kane： then you gonna ride
For the ？？？？？
D. marshall
Chorus： just another ghetto day
Another soldier died today
I'm praying that the clips in my ak
You know we gotta ride today (x2)
Kane： i just got word that they shot my nigga
Sit down on the curb and pray its not my nigga
If it's tru, you know what we gots to do
Wrap the glocks in the chopper
Cowards gone get they issue
Cause
Aint no respect for life where i live
Niggas will get revenge
But they wont forgive
Retaliation gone happen in new orleans
We send that ass to the morgue
Time to donate them organs
They ain't gone care if lil folks or
Ol' folks out there
And as if my standards
Gone be down
When that gun smoke clear
Cause a man a different man with a gun in his hand
Or a bag a dope in his hand
Turn that man to he-man
Roll down the window when we see them niggas(damn them niggas)
That be with them niggas
Dont get shook to pull triggas
Put some fire on my gat
Make no eye contact
You busters killed my fuckin nigga
And he never comin back (never)
Chorus (x2)
Abel： i watched yo son throw a rose as they lowered your casket
And god only knows i'm a get this bastard
When he killed you
He killed himself
Straight drama
I'm a spray even if he standing next to my momma
Remember
We used to chill in the project cuts
Drinking hennesy and smokin till we both throw up
Your old lady used to fuss
Cause we hang to much
I broke the news
She hung up
It was just too much
Tellin your momma you was dead
The hardest thing i ever did
So tonite it's mo drama
When i ride for your kid
Chorus (x3)
Tru soldiers gonna ride for you
Tru soldiers gonna ride for you
8.Stress
Hey nigga
This is our last time bonita
After this, we out
I'm tellin you
We die together
An eye for an eye (in italian)
A tooth for a tooth (in italian)
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
All my niggas
Feel me
I can't rest
So much stress to live illegal
My uncle on death row
Waiting to get the needle
Holla if you hear me, people
This dope game is evil
A bloody river runnin through the ghetto
That new born baby
In the dumpster
She been dead for a week
While the dope fiend momma
Gettin high on the street
Gettin beat by police
Still prayin for peace
Niggas playin for keeps
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about death
When will it stop
Either you punch the clock
Or you open up shop
Chorus
Everyday i'm livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (i don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday i'm livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday i'm livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (i don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday i'm livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for niggas
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin
Niggas run in your crib
And make references to why your momma
Washin fiends
Never with a fly
Chasin a high
And gettin aids from a bitch
Ain't no way to die
And everyday i'm seeing signs
Of the end of the world
My nigga bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his baby girl
Feds, watch a nigga
Tryin to make the bus
But niggas stay strapped
And gats, we trust (c'mon)
Chorus
Bill clinton in the white house
Fucking hoes
Innocent kids gettin shot on my block
Casket closed
Hear the niggas in the cell blocks
Screaming for freedom
Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress
Cause they need them
Remember jj got shot
In a high speed chase
Busted in the back
Through the license plate
My reality is fatality
I verbalize pain before i be another casualty
Infared beam on the glock
Just aim and pop
You see me for a split second
And your dead and got
I try to tell these young kids
Go to school
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me though
Yeah man
It's sad you know
We ain't got no jump shot
Can't play football
We ain't got no money for college
But i see these niggas on the block
Rolling with their fancy cars
Fancy gold
Fancy hoes
Nigga, i'ma get it how i live
You know
I'ma y'all young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy nigga
Get what you came for
To many niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another nigga
Be true to yourself
True to what you know nigga
Stay true to the gizzame
9.We Don't Care
Real niggas feel each other
But the media would rather see us kill each other
So fuck it i'm gon' give y'all motherfuckers what y'all want
Chorus
Throw your hood and your rag in the air
I thought i told you bitch we don't care x2
I stopped this motherfucker like traffic full of greens,
cornbread and
Cabbage
Serve fiends and attics to support my weed habit
Niggas running so fast
They kicking they own ass
I swoles the ak matic on my foles i blast
Stayed up all night counting a million in cash
Kane ＆ abel and p down south representing with that nigga from
the west
Who put the sess in the blunt
And rolled yeah we sold and ain't told it
Lay it down motherfuckers don't be trying to hold it.
Bulletproof s class
We soldiers like owned masks
But ain't nothing funny when we coming with that black mask
Gangstafied gorillas down to put it on that ass
Chorus x2
Bout that action transaction
Go warn your people it's gone
Heavenly armed get shit on, pissed on and spit on
It's on when my gongos want to fell on it more slow
Catch slugs in your head, in your neck, in your chest and in the
back of
Your motherfucking torso
Oh so niggas want to test the tank
See if we bout it
Nigga we live for respect could never die without it
Run up get your feelings hurt
Gun up honey brown burst
Number 1 hurry up and come or units disburse
Caught a cold one of a hurst
It's a serious topic and got an automatic weapon niggas besta
drop it
Come on
Chorus x4
Throw it up if you a soldier
Put it up if you a soldier
Throw it up if you a soldier
Put it up put it up nigga
Put it up put it up nigga
10.The Game
I got 28 grams, that's a ounce of d
7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50
Cut off the shit quickly, now i got me a g
Score four more times now that's a quarter ki'
252 grams equal 9 o-z's
Smoke with me, put it on the triple beam to see
I got 36 quarter o-z's for cheese
Soon as i get off these, rap makes me a g
Rockin' up 18, sellin' 18 holes
Mr. dopeman, oh hope his pockets swoll
Now it's '97 and i got me a ki'
1008 grams, 36 o-z's, lots of d
Sellin' whole ？？？, rock it up like 36
My hustlin' niggas, cut it up, make it 50 ounce, 1 brick
This be the drama behind the hoes and cars
All my hustlin' niggas i know you grew up real hard
Plus watch your back, plus watch for police
Watch for these wanna-be's, that's faker than ？？？
Comin' for your yola, v-12, and bakin' soda
One mistake and it's over, don't be a hoe be a soldier
How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game？
When i ain't gon' change, i'm about my change
How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game？
When i ain't gon' change, i'm about my change
How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game？
When i ain't gon' change, i'm about my change
How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game？
When i ain't gon' change, i'm about my change
Now i got me a 100 pounds of weed
5-50 a piece, now that's 55g's
Soldiers, servin' fiends down in new orleans
Comin' out the projects sittin' on gold d's
Young g, snort coca leaves and ki's
No limit ready for war like we vietnamese
Talkin' 'bout, if it's a drought tax niggas like it's a 211
Sellin' bricks for 27
More pounds of weed, breaking it down to ki's
Down to dimes and nickels
Hit a lick, got you niggas sick
How the fuck you gonna tell me about this game
From the streets to the pen niggas know my name
100 grams of heroin, ？？？ 911 cut
Got to sell it while it's potent or it ain't worth fuck
Take a spoon and mash on the shit in baggies
Got some cash on it, cops find it, gots to dash on it
25 to life no questions asked
80 dollars a gram, now that's alot of fuckin' cash
My niggas that hustle, be quick to blast
Cause choppers and street sweepers think murder peoples ass
You phony rappers talk about the game
Been there, done that
Buss caps, sold crack, jack while fake jacks
Turn you into fortune like pat sajak
Get down and dirty while you busters cleaner than ajax
No limit, everything we say, we did it
Went to jail and shitted, eatin' steak and spinach
To big and you motherfuckers don't forget it
Y'all niggas wanna start some beef and i'ma finish it
11.Watch Me
Nigga you think you know me
Think you know me nigga
Nigga you don't know me
Nigga you don't know
You don't know nothing bout me
You gon' find what you wasn't looking for
Chorus
Watch me or throw it off i ain't right
Bitch i do something same rap game
Murder i just might bring it on cause it's gon' be some shit
tonight x1
I heard you niggas wanna start some shit
44 caliber hollow tips in the glock 30 clip
Got them rocks in my pocket rocks on my wrist
Ninety eight six hundred benz copped from working the night
shift
Trying to make a million fo' 22 what i'm trying to do
Little eager too to do what the fuck i gotta do
Flip optimal like an ass crack
Nigga puff puff pas that nigga pass the weed i pass back
Click clack we come strapped
It's fo' sho' nigga lay low tonight
Cause maybe you could just might hit the flow tonight
I did it i said it y'all niggas is hoes
Paramedics trying to save you cutting open your clothes
Nigga you don't wanna go head to head with me
I got some niggas that will paint yo head red with me
Toe to toe with me go to war with me
You could lose yo whole family trying to roll with me
Chorus x1
Now i know you don't want none of them boys from uptown
Come downtown to yo area until vietnam
A hard head make a soft ass i thought a nigga told you
Slim speaking on behalf of that wild magnolia
My people gave me the low while i was doing time upstate
Told me a nigga from downtown caught a little uptown fame
That he ain't seen no real nigga yet
But i bet he don't want no drama
Laying with my people and don't give a fuck that somebody shot
his shhh
I only fuck bomb killers dope dealers and real niggas
Ill niggas and trill niggas get it how they live niggas
And they thought they roam uptown for the doo doo brown
Better get face down on the ground when a nigga tie yo legs down
See that's the heart of new orleans
Ask another nigga from another city about his 3rd
I bet they tell you that the water quick reserve
Leaving and stanking on the curve that's what they heard
They got a hell of a nerve to mail mack in the calliope
All the way to the 10th left turn 13th
The third time you in the city of how to grow
Chorus x2
Bitch i'll do you something
You thinkin if i cut you in yo motherfucking head it ain't gon'
do shit
Bitch this ain't no bluffing
Thinkin all these niggas and these weapons ain't bout no busting
Time to get wit cha we coming to get cha
If i hit you where yo dick at it's gon' come out where you shit
at
My murder weapon knows best
If you ain't got no vest it's gon' get protest
We making noise all day
I'm trying to tell em' but these bitches got to learn the hard
way
Pistol play warned from the hallway
Ak spray now yo ass all taint
Bitch i'll do you something
And i gotta do em' something too
They fucked up and fucked around with the wrong ass crew
Now i'm gon' come up from short in a house full of loaded tanks
Cup of canned soda for a picnic cup of canned soda for dank
See we no limit niggas so drama we bout that there
You doubt that there
That's why when i'm hanging out it's gon' be out right there
That's where niggas think our slugs at
Trying to hang where i slang my drugs at
Fuck it all the niggas that make mill stay real
And how y'all fucking love that
See i'm a gangsta and plus a nigga cold wit it
Ain't scared of no nigga
You left some pots and some boards and them drama boys said go
get em'
Step out the project post talking bout wooh nigga
I got a little of few dollars i'm trying to get a little bit mo'
nigga
If it's gold fo' sho' nigga
Cook i stay high like a rocket can't stop it until i get away
from yo
Pocket like a gold digger
Ain't nothing but a five o four nigga
When they enter putting bodies in bags and tagging cold niggas
Better get yo mind right cause bitch this some real life
Man tell these niggas
Watch me or throw it off i ain't right
Chorus x2
12.Only God Knows
See this here, this is somethin' serious right chea
I want all y'all ignorant niggas to listen to this
Not preachin' or teachin', but somethin' that y'all need to know
Only god knows the truth
Only god knows
Only god knows the truth
Only god knows
Whisper in my ear when my casket close
When it's my time to go, take my soul out the ghetto
Nowadays niggas kill, at the drop of a dime
There be wars and pulitzer awards in the last time
Killuminati comin', i read it in revelations
A one world goverment, united nations
Penetentaries like concentration camps
Visa cards and food stamps turn the microchips in ya hand
I don't understand in this land i'm from
It's like the rich get richer, the poor fightin' for crumbs
We some killas of our own kind wit nines
The white man pimp us everyday and we don't mind
Crack kills the mind, but life kills the soul
And your time to go, is somthin' you can't control
The government designed a system, keep 'em mentally inslaved
Control the population, outbreak, and aids
The media keep niggas divided and confused
Poison us with the food, and give us drugs ta use
Keep you in the county, used niggas actin' like fools
Runnin' 'round like y'all ain't got nuthin' ta lose
I know what you sayin' kane
What？
Feel my pain
Test of time, put stress on the brain
I learnt ta do my hussle at the age of fourteen
How ta stack that triple beam, servin' stones ta fiends
And it was only for tha style, all i got ta slangin' dope
I was broke, ask my boy for weed
He said he only had coke
Ever since they been husslin', always went ta find a car
When i die put my name up on the wall
On my casket write, 'fuck all of y'all'
Remember kane, those ladies used ta beat us, at tha foster home
Since the age of sixteen, we been livin' on our own
My momma pregnant wit us, shootin' up tha heroin
Nigga from ya zone, grab that dirty chrome, it's on
Got two rocks left, prayin' that i make it home
Cause only god knows tha truth, only god knows
13.Call Me When You Need Some
Ugggh, call me when you need
Plan b you ain't trippin
You heard me？
You bonnie i'm clyde
Let me rob a bank at night and go between them thighs
Holding like sam
Cocked it like a tech 9 take it off safety and won't jam
Now i got you loving me
Your boyfriend's mugging me
But thugs ain't tripping keep on hugging me
And tell me how you want it (how you want it)
And we can have sex from 6：00 to 7 in the morning.
Some say i'm a sucker for love
But the hardest niggas need us so blame i'm a thug
Now regardless
Pull out the red carpets when i come through
Never tripping making our ghetto wishes to come true
Don't blame it on the hangover
Blame it on the benzo and lorenzo
And the way i spit game when it's going past ten
I got to be in it like a nympho
So here's the keys to my ride
And if you bout it my flight arrives at five
Plan b everybody needs one
Plan b call me when you need some (4x)
Can we lay all alone, doja burnin
I don't see nothing wrong
Is it cool to fuck？
Do you think you can love this thug
When you want to get closer
Fiending for this ghetto love
You can't get enough
Maybe it's the hennesey i want to give it to you
Have you screaming no limit soldier when i'm finished with you
Now turn the lights out ain't nobody here but us
Girl your s hitting you got me feeling some lust
So many playas in the ghetto you don't know who to trust
They tell you riding with this thug might be dangerous
Now sip the champagne hit the green let me play with your hair
Take you to victoria's secrets pick out something to wear
In the clouds of smoke making jokes we getting blunted
Getting hot cause you like the tvs in my 600
Keep it on the low don't tell your man we done it
Put my 9 on the dresser and let me undress you
Kane ＆ abel, silkk the shocker, master p, sons of funk
Go run and tell your girls
Bout a night with a soldier it ain't no limit
14.No Limit Niggas
Say twins you know how we go do a fucking show
Get that bitch rowdy how crazy they be acting out there
Niggas can't control theirself be like uh
They call me c-murder and i got tru tagged on my motherfucking
back
Ever since i started rapping all my real ass niggas come and
follow my lead
Got my balls and my word nigga ask young bleed
We come do a show in your motherfucking city
They call me the baddest cause no limit act shitty
Beats by the pound make them ignant ass beats
When a nigga like me bring the shit to the streets
Because the ghetto is my home nigga i'm ghetto raised
I'm unpredictable ask the nigga with the braids
My motherfucking music be jumping out of record stores
Nigga where's your proof motherfucker check billboards
To all my tank dogs that's bout it
Then throw off your set and get this motherfucker rowdy
Chorus
We be no limit niggas and we bout it
We come to a club and get the motherfucker rowdy x2
6 shots of hennesey i'm feeling right in this bitch
Hit the dash flow off mike start a fight in this bitch
I got the crowd jumping gangstafied shit pumping
Tell that bitch and that hoe i'm trying to do something
I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club
Don't give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud
Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love
I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs
Tru niggas smoke dank all the way to the bank
All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank
Kane ＆ abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a fuck
We bout it and i'm gon' get this motherfucker rowdy
Chorus x2
I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud
Ebonic you speaking in the club uh nigga what
Everytime i buzz the tank does when i it
With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot
I admit it i'm one of the baddest that ever lived
You ain't seen nothing wait till i'm full of that shit
Take a pull of that shit
And you can meet the pieces
My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases
Lyrical adhesives making these niggas meet jesus
I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing
My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding
It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy
Chorus x3
Yeah another example of that gangsta shit
C-murder in this bitch kane ＆ abel the f. i. fiend
Shit just another motherfucking day another dollar
Get it right cause we bout it peace
15.Bout That Combat
16.No Turning Back
17.Betta Kill Me
You believe in miracles huh
Miracles ain't gonna save you
Nigga to the 4 eyes 2 heads 2 killas 2 fillas
Known as kane ＆ able
Ice cream man fina need some mayo
Thousand 8 grams of that uncut coke
Beg its soda razor blade cutting up
Get big freeze get a choke from a hit
Off this big dope
Poke em wet bitch made niggaz
Put the rest back test me
Through your bullet proof vest
Open up that chest
Like you had loose juice sticking out your fucking neck
Bout to take over this rap game
Like castro took over cuba
Po'po can't prove we using drug money
So fo now that shit is just a rumor
Don't even rula
Keep it proven now gym
For that nigga who's lost to the fuckin wind
Crashed every hoe get fucked through playas in the pen
Cracking a bank it's on once again
Can we please get into some gangsta shit
Niggas sick let's hit 'em up wit the 32 brown clip
From their head to the upper lip
Got them looking like tales from the fuckin crypt
Welcome to the worlds most dangerous
Drug dealers
Tough niggaz
Cap hittas
Killas
Only way to stop these g's
Only way to stop these g's
Is to drop me is to kill me
Chorus
I got me a glock
It's a glock for them niggas on my block
Cook me some rocks
Set up shop wit them soldiers on my block
Throw me a gun
Or that fired ass weed
It's a fuckin shame
Only way the gonna stop a g
Betta kill me bitch you
Betta kill me
Betta kill me bitch you
Betta kill me
Outside you and your who
You're fuckin brother
Ya'll fuckin scumbags
(come on) echoed
Wicked heart of a killa you fuckin right
How long tits traveling at the speed of light
I stay dry can't cry
Shooting niggas i'll bring a knife
To a gun fight
Praxes to the light
Kane and me as steven king
Kneel down kiss the ice on my pinky ring
Bitch you can't pinch through my hollow tints
Make that faget ass sing
Merciless like me
I got you niggas in my pocket
Like a pack of indonesian weed
These streets make neighborhood bleed
Like tumbleweed usually wit cheese
These niggas betta have these fuckin keys
Ain't no scary hoes
Pull down now here it goes
Triple golds
From texas to n.o.
Niggas smokin
And ninos
Bettin for a hit of this bank role
Got to sell your soul
Represent no matter where the fuck we at
Sillk the shocker c-murder got big gacks
Poke you hit you wit the mack leave the rap forms
In you're fuckin starter cap
Nigga fuck with that
Welcome to the worlds most dangerous
Drug dealers
Tough niggaz
Cap hittas
Killas
Only way to stop these g's
Only way to stop these g's
Is to drop me is to kill me
Chorus
18.My Hood To Your Hood
Snoop：hey yo, kane ＆ abel
Why don't y'all kick somethin' from my hood, from yo hood, hear
what i'm
Saying
Yeah, yeah
Chorus： from my hood to yo hood, slangin, slangin
From my hood to yo hood, bangin, bangin
From my hood to yo hood slangin, slangin
From my hood to yo hood, bangin, bangin, it's all good
Kane： could these dope tapes
Bag em up, ship em straght to the niggas that don't give a fuck
Fuck the magazines
Fuck the t.v. shows
Only trying to please those
Niggas smoking indo, wit afros
Deep in da hood
Da slangers
Da bangers
Da niggas up to no good that feel my same anger
No limit coming up
We got the bentleys, ferrahi's, da benzes, and da lexus' trucks
You know us
It's the boys kane ＆ abel
Sittin on my leather sofa
Watch myself on cable
Ask them hoes if my game precise
My shit tight ice shine like sparks and light
Vvs 2 karats on my pinky
Like to have sex wit 2 ho's cause i'm kinky
We rap hustlas
Like hand to hand crack hustlas
Strictly for the soldiers and none for the busters
Chorus (x2)
In a smoked out tahoe
Sittin low
Gettin down
Some niggas such ho's
They probably pee sittin down
In the lexus', land cruisers
Chopping game wit fiend
Waitin on big v
To bring this ？？box wit da triple beam
Niggaz got anger
We livin in danger
Steady puttin dead niggas in my cd changer (puffy)
21
Hella funs and guns
Nigga hit da blunt slow
It's my only one
I be
Mr. abel
My brother
Mr. kane
Stay tru to the game
Sunshine or rain
Chorus
Snoop： from my hood to yo hood
But look it
No limit
Cha'll know how we doin it for da 98'
19.Am I My Brothers Keeper
Sitting in church lookin at the preacher life is stupid
Should have seen last night got this nigga spooky
And marvin gaye would have made kane wanna holler
I seen a nigga get shot for five dollars
And my grandmamma can't see why i slang crack
Gotta keep clothes on my little sisters back
I'm with three g's in the offer rain when it pass
Later on smoke a blunt with the halves, when the past
In my hood everybody dirt poor
But the preacher come through with the lexus on more more
Wonder if the church take drug money if they know
And i don't know if i live to see twentythree or twentyfour
Fore i go, i pray to god but the devil keep knockin knockin at
my front
Door
Long as the hood got gats clips and triggers
Martin luther king couldnt save these niggas
I seen it in they eyes aint no future
Or is it, my boy half pint doin life
Sundays is when i visit and damn this shit get deeper
Am i my brothers keeper
20.Gangstafied Forever
Gangstafied forever, forever
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya
Whats up to all my people, kane and abel is back
Down south hustlers, soldier haters and jealous busters got me
strapped
Got bigger paper now so i gotta bigger gat
Slangers and head busters ride burbans and lacs
Please, every brass for the tank love (ya heard me)
Cause soldiers respect soldiers and soldiers respect thugs
Like slim say, hundred ground drum in the ak
If you dont respect the rap sheet, we don't play
Got fand in japan who love this ghetto rap
Got to holler at master p cause he put us on the map
Kane on attack, wont you let me hear the click clack
Represent your war stay hard soldiers in combat
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
I'm a g-a-n-g-s to the a (gangsta)
I'm a gangsta ass nigga, huh i dont play
Don't make me act a motherfuckin fool
I couldn't get a job i had to settle for robbing niggas i got
too many
Tattoos
That's how i slug my drugs at, hang where my thugs at
Give a fuck on niggas stay real, you stay real, you gotta love
that
I'm a g to the a to the n to the s to the t to the f to the i to
the e to
The d
You know the s to the e to the r to the v always ready to cock
to the
Glock
Niggas drop to the pop, nigga this tank block
Pushin that ass to the four to the o, niggas know this n.o.
So feel my pain niggas know the game
Down with kane ＆ abel a hundred g's on the t to the a to the l
to the a
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
I hit the block gat cocked down to do some thangs
Talkin bout the white change, we can move some thangs
Mr. abel mr. kane remain tru to the game
Decked out on the cut with the platinum frame
Meet me at the motel choppin way on the scale
Caught the dirty ghetto mail on this highway to hell
Wo wo, the po po's kick down the door
Caught the cash yay low now they searchin for more
No peace in the city where the soldiers dwell
Fifteen years old war stories to tell
Well
Gangstafied forever
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (tru, damn it feel good to be a
gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (gangstafied, no limit soldier)
21.Let's Go Get Em'
Chorus
Let's go get em' let's go get em'
Let's go get em' let's go get em' dawg x2
My click is killers
In the line of fire in a pack of stuff affiliated mob figures
Down with mortal combat camouflage soldier rags 44 mag
And you wants to die when we ship bags and hold tags
We rolling up and we holding up
Boot up or shoot up and get that jaw swollen up
Killer please give me some gangsta shit know the click cock it
back
Kane ＆ abel bout that combat bitch
Go get em' with split em' don't bullshit em'
Hit em' with a round now the tank split em' split em'
Don't let a nigga catch you slipping we camouflage
Killer connection committed armed surprise
Duck and die for the buster but i'm straight as a crease
Heat seek don't sleep when my trigger finger tweak
Bloody bodies in the streets somebody call brand nino
Cause seeing dead gifts make my day card
Now what y'all know about mac cause i'm murder murder
Flip em' like burger king workers be flipping burgers
And i'm finger fucking till them niggas bust back
With the hollows it's been more dead then the others around
follow
Now bite the bullet and swallow
I was tattooed with a broken wine bottle
Never die that's been my motto since 14 lottos
Got to get em' before they get em' cause if they hit me i'm gone
Skinny niggas don't love long with a bullet in their bones
Chorus x2
Now when i say big ed you say assassin big ed assassin
What's up what's happening
I keep my trigger finger blasted tank ready to roll
Picking up soldiers from rich now bringing them to the n.o.
Nigga i'm bout mine i got nines wiser up
Swolled up tagged up tagged up not giving a fuck
Nigga i'm wit' it to bring the ruckus
Busting if you touch this a no limit soldier still got more dick
than
Busters
It's a disaster blast em' specialization retaliation
Fuck who i'm facing boy bring the caroltation
Consultation begins to happen when i'm rapping
We gon' see who really asking when my hammer gets to smacking
Attacking and lacking my every vocal creates a checking
I should have been got that high control before lyrical seconds
I'm the insider probably the baddest
Greens cornbread and cabbage
Mr. watch me hit em' lit em' about to go get em'
Here comes the biggest mamma baby what you wanna do
Tank full of riders military minded soldiers
Hitting you with that hater ain't gon' get up now mo' for sho'
Combat where they at alright alright lets go
Now you gon' start it when your click is weak
When it's on we gon' give that ass a chance to retreat
Verbal heart but we could take it to the streets
Get em' up pull the thangs shoot em' up see yo people root em'
up
What what run on up and as a matter of fact
Watch me put that ass down like a flag
Call the colonel yeah cause we some warriors
Dropping and stopping hollering lets go get em' nigga fuck we
got em'
When it's gon' go down it's gon' go down
What's gon' happen gon' happen
Cause y'all know these t.r.u. niggas capping and slapping
We packing and macking
Y'all niggas be slacking and lacking
We smacking and stacking
Uh oh we blasted and laughing
Where my fucking money at is what we be asking
Busting on backstabers is how we be acting
If i catch you ass down is one way to put it
When we get it's gon' be banned from tv footage
Chorus x1
22.Greens, Cornbread, And Cabbage
What's up niggas and bitches (ugh)
We ain't no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (we ain't no
rookies at
Making fame)
Fetti nigga (fetti) that's why i'm gon' call this fedex (fedex)
It's all about moola (moola) that money (money) scrilla
(scrilla)
All mighty motherfucking dollar (all mighty dollar)
Hundreds (hundreds) thousands (thousands) millions (millions)
and trillions
(trillions)
We got this shit sewed up nigga (sewed up)
From the south (from the south) to the midwest (to the midwest)
To the west (to the west coast) to the east coast (to the east
coast)
Y'all know how to get yo scrilla (y'all know how to get yo
scrilla)
Hoes in the club showing love ask tela
I got hoes on the beeper just like mosquitoes
Niggas want to fuck with the p i'm making scrilla (scrilla)
Labeled and tagged me yo neighborhood dealer.
Got this game gripped got the hoes wanting sacks
Got niggas in the hood waiting on me for crack
Fifteen five for a key now i'm rolling
Gold thangs hit the block nigga but it ain't stolen
And i came to get my keys for the sound and the edibowa
Nigga i ain't scarface but got the money and the power
Coming down hard (hard) living in the south (south)
Got killers watching my back with that gold in they mouth
Bitches getting broked on (broked on) for motherfucking p
Agent c station
Should i say player hating (player hating)
Niggas take vacation one way ticket is to hell niggas feel me
It's all about the 20's and the 50's niggas feel me
Trying to get my paper (paper) it's all about my scrilla
(scrilla)
Big mo got that mack 11-9 for y'all killers
Rolling through the south (south) trying to check them honeys
(honeys)
Got them beans trying to flip them dope fiends hundreds
I ain't even stopping if a cop is on my tail (what)
Big boz got that ak nigga and that's real
Rolling in that rover (rover)
Smoking on that dolja (dolja)
A no limit soldier y'all haters y'all can't hold us
Niggas got green (green) fuck cashing checks
Hooked up with three niggas they call them prime suspects
Now a nigga got the shit gangstafied like kane ＆ abel
Niggas got more clientele than niggas got cable
But niggas tru to the gizame
Niggas slanging them bizangs
My best partner andrew jackson, ben franklin understand
Chorus
Trying to get greens, cornbread, and cabbage x4
Papa was a junky brain fried on that coke
Snorting heroin in the middle of a seventy show
But you wonder why my lifestyle it be kind of rough
It's them little green guys a nigga can't get enough
Zoned out like kujo ain't sleeped in three days
On an all night flight trying to get
23.I Ain't Runnin
Motherfuckers always wonderin why this nigga winding up dead.
Why is this nigga dead.
It's because motherfuckers out here is stupid.
They giving to it some motherfuckin body.
They cross a nigga.
And they dont watch thier motherfuckin back.
Niggas gonna retaliate.
You cant cross a nigga without gettin it.
Cause a motherfucker realize that.
I aint runnin.
Chorus
I gotta get em fore they get me, i aint runnin
I got my tru niggas with me and we strapped
I gotta get em fore they get me, i aint runnin
I got my tru niggas with me and they gunnin
I gotta get em fore they get me, i aint runnin
I got my tru niggas with me and we riders
I gotta get em fore they get me, i aint runnin
I got my tru niggas with me and we strapped
I got beef with some niggas on the other side
Them fools cross me, now somebody gotta die
I got the twins in the lex with the black tint
I told em bust if you see a motherfucker flinch
I guess them busters wanna see if the tank real
They wasn't satisfied when they homie got killed
I aint banging on no motherfucking tape nigga
Test me and i'm gonna celebrate your dead day
I can't sleep when my enemy is looking for me
I'm paranoid niggas tryin to take my soul from me
But i aint runnin i'm a look em dead in the eye
I'm a real nigga and real niggas dont die
Chorus
Hot lead at your head at the speed of light
Cant outrun a bullet, you goin die tonight
It aint right but thats the way its gotta be
The circumstance is the murderman dance
Me and my brother made the world pitch black ready for combat
Automatic gats for weed packs stay strapped
Playa some niggas came but everybody aint able
Dick hard starin at a hundred g's on the kitchen table
They say my status turn to casualties when i squeeze
Hit em up with two two threes, bodies scatter like the breeze
Fatal injuries, i feel sorry for your mother
But i got this motherfucker fore he got me get em
Chorus
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