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  
  
 (Chorus)  
  
 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  
  
 (Chorus)  
  
 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