Kane And Able 32 Murder 1 Lyrics

32 Murder 1 Lyrics

(Chorus)







3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door



3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door



6 million ways to die so I chose



3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door







Verse 1 (Kane)







Lyrical buckshots to gangsta hip-hop got to stop



Fuck crooked cops got this glock so try to stop



Explicit I'm on some ill shit God is my witness



Watch a nigga get killed with the quickness



Kane & Abel will leave your ass hurting with this pump



Wrap you up in a shower curtain and dump you in the trunk



?? wanna cuff me like ??



The bank robber crew come thru drunker than a motherfucker



Caine run thru in your brain watch your body drain



Cut your legs off for half-stepping in the game



I'll snatch you, hurt you with this tech and this mac



Pumping on your chest won't let you take another breath



Bloody murder is the issue



Watch these hot missles kiss you



Splatchering your brain tissue



Its Kane with fire I pour gas on you and lit you



I'm getting paid off the services of AK's



I'm out here bad I know niggas who got grenades



That's how it is in New Orleans



Niggas don't go to school in the morning



You get popped without warning



Everybody and they mama in this fucking game



Little g's get fronted QB's from Ben Thomas



??workers keep on coming up short get shot up



In the knees



my gradmama watching the news waiting to see my face



And if I catch case can cola



Cause she don't understand slanging quarters 



cause I gots to be a baller



I smoke that cess smoke 



the fire getting higher cut your fingers off



And biting bitches like a vampire



Living fantasies like Mariah







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Verse 2 (Abel) 







You was the victim of a deadly plot you got shot



You fucking blood clot your face popped



Pick up the pieces



On Kane & Abel get blow deceases



The murder rate increases



Talking all that shit couldn't let that shit pass



Sewed up your lips put the hot curling iron up your ass



Bitch show some sense here respect



Fear of penatentiary ?? will put your clic in check



What's this, bucking hoes in my clothes



By my Cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to buck this



You miss, you bests to be in before your curfew



I murder you sipping brew just like my St. Ides commercial



My gangsta ass weed make your nose bleed



Smoke these damage your eyes you be standing like Chinese



MC's take off running as I



Grab the mic sweating like Rambo machine gun



And I'm macking on your hoe macking on your little sister



When I get stressed 



send both them bitches to the ?? switchers



The SKS hit ya make ya bloody crime lab pictures



Breaking niggas apart like Kevin 



on the ground when I come to town



Niggas better get the fuck from around







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Verse 3 (Kane)







At funeral shows dead niggas got the best hoes



They shows fearing us got they face froze



I smoke a Newport sniffing embalming fluid



?? myself up to do it



And when I did it you gone get it



Sitting, gripping on my tech and it don't sweat



I can feel the devil's hot breath on my neck



Buck buck to your ass get you numb like Teddy Pendegrass



Fiening for quick cash, how long this shit gone last



Bucking to your chest like David Koresh



Make you stank like doo doo



And got hoes who know that voodoo



Kane & Abel is the name and now you know the pain



2 to the brain for being greedy to the fucking game







(Chorus)