Kane And Able Tryin` 2 Have Sumthin` Lyrics

Tryin` 2 Have Sumthin` Lyrics

[ Master P]



Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper

when
ya'll ready for that nigga, I got.



Huh nigga what? (You be coughing
this shit up)

I'm just a nigga in the dope game

Tryin' to move
cocaine

Herion and Weed

And a young nigga tryin' to have
thangs



(Chorus)



Tell......Me

Huh nigga what?

I'm just
a nigga in the dope game

Tryin' to move cocaine

Herion and weed

And
a young nigga tryin' to have thangs



 [Fiend]



Who was the
first of the brothers

who said no bottle, because a

They crossed a
bird

Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs

From the curb, I
observe

Making tunes, I would be getting Benz and Jewels

You niggas
give me room

Before I bring a lots of doom

I be soon to wearing
time

17 and getting heavy

Seven fingers like off to find the
relly

Oh my felly, my belly

Full of fast food

Cuz I know that cash
rules my life

To like as twice as the nights

I'm living, Try my
life

Fully rusted, Is a chance to get a cop busted

But I stick em' and
break it off

So the rest won't test me

Luckily, Never sticking my
business

Til' these hoes, And I give my friends living tears

Like my
department store, C'mon

(Uhhhhhh)



  (Chorus- 2x)



  [ Kane
and Abel ]



Picture me and Fiend chopping up a half a
key

Twenty-Bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for me

I'm bout to get into
thuggin', muggin'

Yeah this O.P. chuggin'

You can find me in the
hood

Tryin' to slang something

I serve a million Fiends

For million
dollar dreams

B.B.S. stretch Lex, Bitch I'm bout my cream

Thunder Weed
and Sex

More crack than cracker jack

Silkk, 100-dollar, Tens

Please
tell my friend he be right back

They say we hold it down

Like we
paralized from the neck down

Slang from sun down to sun down

Smoking A 
Pound



 (Chorus-2x)



 (M.P.- Uhhh Nigga this a muthafuckin'
211

  don't make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)



  [ Kane and Abel
]



This a kidnapp, Don't make it a killing

Put a game til' the
game's over

Soldier, Ready and willing, I be letting dissing

To get
paid with a gyps of AK's

If you looking for revenge, Better dig two
graves

Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers

20 A grams, OZ's,
To A balls to quaves

My hustle never stop, uh

Block to Block, Like a
nigga sittin' on three keys

Till a rock to rock C'mon




(Chorus-4x)



 [ Master P ]



Kane and Abel, Fiend, Master
P

It ain't no limit nigga

Clean your dirty money out to good
money

You heard, Tryin' to have a thang

From the motherfucking streets
to the world

Real niggas take heat, Bout it, Bout it, Rowdy,
Rowdy

Uhhhhhh