God and gunz lyrics

Artist  : Kane and abel 
Song : God and gunz
 
featuring  Mac

-Got my nigga Mr Kane aka Stephen King, 
black rain  putting niggas in a bodysling
-My nigga Mac the camouflage assassin 
putting niggas in the motherfucking uhn
-You want some motherfucking gangsta shit nigga

Verse 1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman niggas in my hood be robbing
Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of
Death, drama left my 
mama sobbing
Fucking with Kane catch embalming fluid in the
veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your
fucking brain
Anger, and keep a round live in the chamber
Its clear and present danger
Who the bitch made nigga banger
Living United States of America bullets break the
sound barrier
Shook niggas down to dick licking when I bury ya

Verse 2 (Mac)

If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me
down God
Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God
On this island that runs along the Mississippi
River
When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he
deliver
Fuck strangers, I know niggas who kill family
members
Your life is unimportant as Christmas is to
December
And heroin has got niggas on some of them demand
shit
Some loaded mack 11 in the hand shit

[Chorus]
Nigga, have you ever seen the face of death
Nigga, have you ever heard the word of God
These hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun
Don't trust no one but your God and your gun

Verse 3 (Abel)

Bitch listen to the words of the south poor
righteous teacher
I'm a die with hate in my eyes
Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like
Sasquatch
I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with
rocks
 
Its hysteria when I left your whole block red
like ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them hoes still
can't catch up
Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul
get high
My spirit already dead, waiting for this body to
die
Cause I'm a thug, who the fuck you second
guessing
Niggas gone learn they fucking lesson
When my smith and wesson change they facial
expression
Niggas I'm blessing check God's creation
Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my
occupation

Verse 4 (Mac)

Affiliation from my nation got niggas pacing from
here to Russia
Stone crusher, I keep crew under pressure
Never settle for lesser the have nots running
from crab cops
Slanging slab rocks to pay the mad locs
And lay me down to sleep with my heat
Plus some sneakers on my feet just in case my
window locks are weak
Peace is cool but there'll never be
My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than
Heather B

[Chorus x2]

Verse 5 (Abel)

I'm going out for the paper til its time to meet
my maker
Straight soldier from the cradle to the hands of
the undertaker
Son I came to glock battle with kerosene oil
So the shit don't jam and murder plans don't
spoil
Spirits that read the bible pray to black jesus
Necessary for survival so you niggas can't see us

Verse 6 (Mac)

When the sun sets I'm at rest
They got bullets to penetrate through your proof
vest
I stress holding peace,  slipping let dying my
nigga El puffing a L
Crack sales create clientele in hell
Street life what we were giving it
Living it ain't no positive in it 
Forever ignorant, let us pray Lord