[Kane]

Real niggas feel each other

But the media would rather see us kill each other

So fuck it I'm gon' give y'all motherfuckers what y'all want

[Chorus ]

Throw your hood and your rag in the air

I thought I told you bitch we don't care x2

[Kane]

I stopped this motherfucker like traffic full of greens cornbread and

cabbage

Serve fiends and attics to support my weed habit

Niggas running so fast

They kicking they own ass

I swoles the AK matic on my foles I blast

Stayed up all night counting a million in cash

Kane & Abel and P down south representing with that nigga from the west

Who put the sess in the blunt

And rolled yeah we sold and ain't told it

Lay it down motherfuckers don't be trying to hold it.

Bulletproof S class

We soldiers like owned masks

But ain't nothing funny when we coming with that black mask

Gangstafied gorillas down to put it on that ass

Chorus x2

[Abel]

Bout that action transaction

Go warn your people it's gone

Heavenly armed get shit on, pissed on and spit on

It's on when my gongos want to fell on it more slow

Catch slugs in your head, in your neck, in your chest and in the back of

your motherfucking torso

Oh so niggas want to test the tank

See if we bout it

Nigga we live for respect could never die without it

Run up get your feelings hurt

Gun up honey brown burst

Number 1 hurry up and come or units disburse

Caught a cold one of a hurst

It's a serious topic and got an automatic weapon niggas besta drop it

Come on

[Chorus x4 ]

[Kane & Abel]

Throw it up if you a soldier

Put it up if you a soldier

Throw it up if you a soldier

Put it up put it up nigga

Put it up put it up nigga

Copyright: O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Writer(s): JOHN FRANCIS KANE, KRISTINA MARIE GOWLLAND, MARK NORMAN WALMSLEY