Kane & Able - Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin' Lyrics
[ master p]Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeperWhen yall ready for that nigga, I got.Huh nigga what? (you be coughing this shit up)Im just a nigga in the dope gameTryin to move cocaineHerion and weedAnd a young nigga tryin to have thangs(chorus)Tell......meHuh nigga what?Im just a nigga in the dope gameTryin to move cocaineHerion and weedAnd a young nigga tryin to have thangs[fiend]Who was the first of the brothersWho said no bottle, because aThey crossed a birdHad to get his hustle on with rocks and herbsFrom the curb, I observeMaking tunes, I would be getting benz and jewelsYou niggas give me roomBefore I bring a lots of doomI be soon to wearing time17 and getting heavySeven fingers like off to find the rellyOh my felly, my bellyFull of fast foodCuz I know that cash rules my lifeTo like as twice as the nightsIm living, try my lifeFully rusted, is a chance to get a cop bustedBut I stick em and break it offSo the rest wont test meLuckily, never sticking my businessTil these hoes, and I give my friends living tearsLike my department store, cmon(uhhhhhh)(chorus- 2x)[ kane and abel ]Picture me and fiend chopping up a half a keyTwenty-*****es you asked for them, 2-52 for meIm bout to get into thuggin, mugginYeah this o.p. chugginYou can find me in the hoodTryin to slang somethingI serve a million fiendsFor million dollar dreamsB.b.s. stretch lex, ***** Im bout my creamThunder weed and sexMore crack than cracker jackSilkk, 100-dollar, tensPlease tell my friend he be right backThey say we hold it downLike we paralized from the neck downSlang from sun down to sun downSmoking a pound(chorus-2x)(m.p.- uhhh nigga this a mutha*****in 211Dont make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)[ kane and abel ]This a kidnapp, dont make it a killingPut a game til the games overSoldier, ready and willing, I be letting dissingTo get paid with a gyps of aksIf you looking for revenge, better dig two gravesPlaya, time to drop some game with the ballers20 a grams, ozs, to a balls to quavesMy hustle never stop, uhBlock to block, like a nigga sittin on three keysTill a rock to rock cmon(chorus-4x)[ master p ]Kane and abel, fiend, master pIt aint no limit niggaClean your dirty money out to good moneyYou heard, tryin to have a thangFrom the mother*****ing streets to the worldReal niggas take heat, bout it, bout it, rowdy, rowdyUhhhhhh
