Kane Abel No Turning Back Lyrics

No Turning Back Lyrics

Listen to me young soldiers, salaros the laws of the street 



you know the law enemies stand side by side



You can either kill em now or wait for them to return and kill you



Remember this city's like gold you sell it at yo price when your ready



but the most important thing neva take sides with anyone



nunka against the family







[Kane]



Agh! Its been a long time we shouldn't of left you



Still in the ghetto with some metal with some metal to wet you



No Limit killers dealers warriors mo niggas to step you



You bitches I disrespect fuck you and forget you



I play the game I with go we take them ho's to that other level



Down south niggas still we known fo chopping ki's



in grams bagging quarters in bundles, niggas mumble and rumble 



Soldiers strap fo G's fo combat in the jungle



That's my brother Mr. Abel I'm Mr. Co-Kane thug



Life in the rain, tank still on my chain( ya heard me)



Cock together if you bout that ain't no time to explain



Ain't no talkin I'm mustin, take no shit I'm bustin



knockin niggas out make some motherfuckin Robutussin



Somebody pray for me 1 ney 7 2 11 ain't the way for me



For several street thugs strip me fo murder tactics



Hit the gold ranga practice(nigga) the plastic get drastic



Bout the casket don't hesitate to pull a trigger and waste 



my lawyer worry bout the motherfuckin murder case



And how you gone make moves with out killers behind, find out



you fucked up I'm gone leave you fucked up where I find you



Fear for my own life want hesitate to do you



Cause hesitation makes a niggas worse fear come true







[Chorus x2]



Cause ain't no turnin back, somebody pray for me



Cause penitentiary ain't no place fo me



Cause ain't no turnin back some body pray for me 187, 211



ain't the way fo me (no turnin back, no turnin back)







[Abel]



Get killed in the dope game God forbid



Chasing money and street fame God forgive



Slang heroin and cocaine in hands of kids



Why niggas die young in this life we live



Just a young nigga hustle on the block fo cake



Bring yo crew and you kiss yo mama at the wake



Duct tape, death kiss on yo ankles and wrist



Don't give em no shit they came fo the bricks



On the project steps got nothin but time



Tryin to phase the world with a vest and a nine



Give me mine this crime a fast forward yo life



Never press rewind cause these niggas ain't right



On a paper chase, caught a lil' case



Po Po hit me with the phonebook in my face



Mama crying real tears cause her son disappeared



Didn't budge when the judge said 50 years







[chorus]







[Kane & Abel]



Niggas ten years old already they killers



Ski mask tech nine gangstafied the realest



Real niggas gone feel me, fake niggas gone fear me



A hundred No Limit Soldiers make it hard to get near me



So watch what you say nigga O.K. nigga



I then fired down the pen on the motherfuckin A.K. nigga



Fully automatic when I grab it



Want static I have to pull yo pistol ain't no time to panic



Fo green or geed killers dive by gats



out the window with speed, somebody pray fo me