Somebody let me outta here they're goin to f*ckin kill each other
n*gga this Kane and Abel
And you're listenin' to the motherf*ckin no limit soldiers compilation
All the cowards better get the f*ck to the back
Because bout to go down in this b*tch
Chorus x2
It's a motherf*ckin' riot (riot)
All you b*tch ass n*ggas be quiet (riot)
It's a motherf*ckin' riot (riot)
All you b*tch ass b*tches be quiet (riot)
[ Kane ]
Tequila on my breath
Who next to step in depth
Check if you got heart
I'll bill out your chest
Stop a lyrical light speed
Blunts rolled tight like weed
Medieval teens in my jeans
Eat'em bust like private beans
Triple beamer c*mulated
Hey, they can't fade it
Sick, pull out my di*k
And show them hoes I'm x-rated
I stay ready
b*tches doin' pushups in the jail house
Gettin' ready, cuz n*ggas know birds fly south
Well protected by them killers
Wit the goal in they mouth
Friends my trigger finger itch
And boom, tear that ass out
Live from the battlefield
Blue still never kill kill
sh*t gettin' real better
God you grill
Chorus x2
[ Abel ]
I got the ice cold grill
Chillin' wit two killers
One shot one killed
Gangster five gorillas
In the club me mug
Smoke some bud
If you f*ckin' wit thugs
Play catch wit slugs
n*gga cut that sh*t, uh
Throw that sh*t
If you roll less sh*t
Then we can blow that sh*t
In the back of the whip
Just like your rest
That your b*tch in assit
Gettin' a di*k taste test
I'm mister Abel, that n*gga
Mister Kane
(Stay cool to the game)
Son shine the rain
(At the million dollar game)
Mister Master P
(My daddy's place I can hold)
Chasin' after me
Can we please get into some gangster sh*t
(Take it back to 96)
Flippin' bricks for chips, b*tch
Chorus x4