Kane And Able

Kane And Able - The Possibility lyrics

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[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 ya I'm not ya, partna or fuckin' boy, look in my eyes Analyze the size of my plastic toy Peep down the barrel, see how peaceful that shit look Then it erupt like a volcano and you bustas get cooked I let the four spliffs split, 'till the four clips click I'm out of hollow tips, 'till your clique forfeit Okay I'm reloaded bullets richochet off bricks You niggas gettin' hit, wish you never said that shit Niggas actin' like they want some They don't really want none Niggas yappin' like they want some They don't really want none Niggas rappin' like they got guns They ain't never bust one My clique bust one, so y'all niggas out done [Kane & Abel talks my chorus plays] Yeah, uhoh, Kane & Abel back up in this nigga Whassup to all them thugs World wide, North, East, West, dirty South All my motherfuckin' niggas in ?¿? Australia, Japan All the motherfuckin' places out there with this gangsta shit Whassup Atlanta, Mississippi, whassup Chicago Kentucky, Omaha, Alabama, Indianapolis, Cincinatti, New Orleans Kansas, Lafayette, Colorado, L.A., Delaware, Phoenix N.Y.C., Salt Lake City, Detroit, whassup St. Louis, Connecticut Whassup Dallas, whassup East Town, Milwaulke, fuck that Alaska, whassup Florida, Virginia, West Virginia, whassup Arkansas Carolinas, Utah, whassup Indiana, Jersey, Cleveland Throw it up if you a soldier

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