KANE & ABEL - No Turnin Back lyrics

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Listen to me young soldiers, salaros the laws of the street

you know the law enemies stand side by side

You can either kill em now or wait for them to return and kill you

Remember this city's like gold you sell it at yo price when your ready

but the most important thing neva take sides with anyone

nunka against the family

[Kane]

Agh! Its been a long time we shouldn't of left you

Still in the ghetto with some metal with some metal to wet you

No Limit killers dealers warriors mo niggas to step you

You bitches I disrespect fuck you and forget you

I play the game I with go we take them ho's to that other level

Down south niggas still we known fo chopping ki's

in grams bagging quarters in bundles, niggas mumble and rumble

Soldiers strap fo G's fo combat in the jungle

That's my brother Mr. Abel I'm Mr. Co-Kane thug

Life in the rain, tank still on my chain( ya heard me)

Cock together if you bout that ain't no time to explain

Ain't no talkin I'm mustin, take no shit I'm bustin

knockin niggas out make some motherfuckin Robutussin

Somebody pray for me 1 ney 7 2 11 ain't the way for me

For several street thugs strip me fo murder tactics

Hit the gold ranga practice(nigga) the plastic get drastic

Bout the casket don't hesitate to pull a trigger and waste

my lawyer worry bout the motherfuckin murder case

And how you gone make moves with out killers behind, find out

you fucked up I'm gone leave you fucked up where I find you

Fear for my own life want hesitate to do you

Cause hesitation makes a niggas worse fear come true

[Chorus x2]

Cause ain't no turnin back, somebody pray for me

Cause penitentiary ain't no place fo me

Cause ain't no turnin back some body pray for me 187, 211

ain't the way fo me (no turnin back, no turnin back)

[Abel]

Get killed in the dope game God forbid

Chasing money and street fame God forgive

Slang heroin and cocaine in hands of kids

Why niggas die young in this life we live

Just a young nigga hustle on the block fo cake

Bring yo crew and you kiss yo mama at the wake

Duct tape, death kiss on yo ankles and wrist

Don't give em no shit they came fo the bricks

On the project steps got nothin but time

Tryin to phase the world with a vest and a nine

Give me mine this crime a fast forward yo life

Never press rewind cause these niggas ain't right

On a paper chase, caught a lil' case

Po Po hit me with the phonebook in my face

Mama crying real tears cause her son disappeared

Didn't budge when the judge said 50 years

[chorus]

[Kane & Abel]

Niggas ten years old already they killers

Ski mask tech nine gangstafied the realest

Real niggas gone feel me, fake niggas gone fear me

A hundred No Limit Soldiers make it hard to get near me

So watch what you say nigga O.K. nigga

I then fired down the pen on the motherfuckin A.K. nigga

Fully automatic when I grab it

Want static I have to pull yo pistol ain't no time to panic

Fo green or geed killers dive by gats

out the window with speed, somebody pray fo me