Pussy ass motherfuckers. Take me to play with.  
 Okay  I'm bout to show these bitches.  
 Fuck  I'm already dead  so I need some fuckin company  
 you know what I'm saying.  
 Okay little motherfucker  I'm a show you.  
 you better protect yourself  
  
 Verse 1 (Kane)  
  
 Every time I wake  
 I thank the lord for my eyes opening  
 Cause I know some hoes  
 Hoping that they close  
 Niggas they want me deader  
 Wet up my Cucci sweater  
 Back back they better  
 >From the storm swarm of my berreta  
 Down south hustlin  
 T riding on daytons pouring like Gary Payton  
 Scoring  
 Haters they wanna catch me snoring  
 I mean sleeping  
 I seen them creeping  
 In the rear view of the beamer  
 Pull out the rueger  
 With the built in laser beamer  
 Committing felonies fuck misdemeanors  
 Laugh now dick sucker cry later  
 That AK 45 keep me live  
 That's my motherfucking regulator  
  
 Verse 2 (Abel)  
  
 That's my brother Mr. Kane  
 Mr. Abel  
 10 g's on the table  
 Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees  
 To the coffin from the cradle  
 Lick the salt when I drink tequilla  
 Hit the lemon grab the nina  
 Everyday I come out the house  
 I at least committ a misdemeanor  
 Po-po drop it  
 Cause they can't stop it  
 Hittin niggas for they profit  
 Touchin on these gangsta topics  
 Breakin niggas and checkin they pockets  
 No limit tight like a fucking chain gang  
 Kickin shit like Jackie Chan  
 Front these bitches from rags to riches  
 But its just a ghetto thang  
  
 Chorus x2  
  
 Thugs that why they feel us  
 Hoes wanna get with us  
 Cause we so for realz  
 haters they wanna kill us  
  
 We turning busters into down south hustlers  
 We turning busters into midwest hustlers  
 We turning busters into west coast thugsters  
 We turning busters into east coast hustlers  
  
 Verse 3 (Kane)  
  
 Niggas take they life like spillin a glass of milk  
 Bests to take yo shit more serious  
 Or you'll get killed  
 Cause down south we bout drama  
 Nigga we bout danger  
 When you here my shit click click  
 That send deadly missles in the chamber  
 Ain't no studio in me  
 G genuine  
 My boy Lil Shawn to a slug in his spine  
 That was mine  
 If time could rewind  
 I would've took it  
 Death in my face I would've looked it  
 I would've shooked it  
 I'm from the hood so I pay my respect  
 My nigga Clay took a fucking bullet in his neck  
 We ain't found the killer yet  
 But I bet  
 We be ridin on some nigga set soon  
 Sweepin up shit like a broom  
 Ready to kill more niggaz than Platoon, it's DOOM  
  
 coming so for realz nigga