For Realz lyrics

by

E-40


(Kane & Abel talking)
pus*y ass motherf*ckers. Take me to play with
Okay, I'm bout to show these b*tches
f*ck, I'm already dead, so I need some f*ckin company
You know what I'm saying
Okay little motherf*cker, 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
n*ggas 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 f*ck misdemeanors
Laugh now di*k sucker cry later
That AK 45 keep me live
That's my motherf*cking regulator

Verse 2 (Abel)

That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table
Bringin hoes ass n*ggas 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 n*ggas for they profit
Touchin on these gangsta topics
Breakin n*ggas and checkin they pockets
No limit tight like a f*cking chain gang
Kickin sh*t like Jackie Chan
Front these b*tches 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)

n*ggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk
Bests to take yo sh*t more serious
Or you'll get killed
Cause down south we bout drama
n*gga we bout danger
When you here my sh*t 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 n*gga Clay took a f*cking bullet in his neck
We ain't found the killer yet
But I bet
We be ridin on some n*gga set soon
Sweepin up sh*t like a broom
Ready to kill more n*ggas than Platoon, it's DOOM

Coming so for realz n*gga

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