For Realz lyrics

Artist  : Kane And Abel 
Song : For Realz



 Send "For Realz" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   Kane & Abel talking)  

 Pussy ass motherfuckers. Take me to play with. 


 Okay  I'm bout to show these bitches.  

 Fuck  I'm already dead  so I need some fuckin
company  

 you know what I'm saying.  

 Okay little motherfucker  I'm a show you.  

 you better protect yourself  

  

 Verse 1 (Kane)  

  

 Every time I wake  

 I thank the lord for my eyes opening  

 Cause I know some hoes  

 Hoping that they close  

 Niggas they want me deader  

 Wet up my Cucci sweater  

 Back back they better  

 >From the storm swarm of my berreta  

 Down south hustlin  

 T riding on daytons pouring like Gary Payton 


 Scoring  

 Haters they wanna catch me snoring  

 I mean sleeping  

 I seen them creeping  

 In the rear view of the beamer  

 Pull out the rueger  

 With the built in laser beamer  

 Committing felonies fuck misdemeanors  

 Laugh now dick sucker cry later  

 That AK 45 keep me live  

 That's my motherfucking regulator  

  

 Verse 2 (Abel)  

  

 That's my brother Mr. Kane  

 Mr. Abel  

 10 g's on the table  

 Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees  

 To the coffin from the cradle  

 Lick the salt when I drink tequilla  

 Hit the lemon grab the nina  

 Everyday I come out the house  

 I at least committ a misdemeanor  

 Po-po drop it  

 Cause they can't stop it  

 Hittin niggas for they profit  

 Touchin on these gangsta topics  

 Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets  

 No limit tight like a fucking chain gang  

 Kickin shit like Jackie Chan  

 Front these bitches from rags to riches  

 But its just a ghetto thang  

  

 Chorus x2  

  

 Thugs that why they feel us  

 Hoes wanna get with us  

 Cause we so for realz  

 haters they wanna kill us  

  

 We turning busters into down south hustlers  

 We turning busters into midwest hustlers  

 We turning busters into west coast thugsters 


 We turning busters into east coast hustlers  

  

 Verse 3 (Kane)  

  

 Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of
milk  

 Bests to take yo shit more serious  

 Or you'll get killed  

 Cause down south we bout drama  

 Nigga we bout danger  

 When you here my shit click click  

 That send deadly missles in the chamber  

 Ain't no studio in me  

 G genuine  

 My boy Lil Shawn to a slug in his spine  

 That was mine  

 If time could rewind  

 I would've took it  

 Death in my face I would've looked it  

 I would've shooked it  

 I'm from the hood so I pay my respect  

 My nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck 


 We ain't found the killer yet  

 But I bet  

 We be ridin on some nigga set soon  

 Sweepin up shit like a broom  

 Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's
DOOM  

  

 coming so for realz nigga