Kane & Able - Tryin’ 2 Have Sumthin’ lyrics
[ master p]
Check this out twinwanna hit me on a beeper
When y'all ready for that niggaI 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 bottlebecause a
They crossed a bird
Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs
From the curbI observe
Making tunesI 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 fellymy belly
Full of fast food
Cuz I know that cash rules my life
To like as twice as the nights
I'm livingtry my life
Fully rustedis a chance to get a cop busted
But I stick em' and break it off
So the rest won't test me
Luckilynever sticking my business
Til' these hoesand I give my friends living tears
Like my department storec'mon
(uhhhhhh)
(chorus- 2x)
[ kane and abel ]
Picture me and fiend chopping up a half a key
Twenty-bitches you asked for them2-52 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 lexbitch I'm bout my cream
Thunder weed and sex
More crack than cracker jack
Silkk100-dollartens
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 kidnappdon't make it a killing
Put a game til' the game's over
Soldierready and willingI be letting dissing
To get paid with a gyps of ak's
If you looking for revengebetter dig two graves
Playatime to drop some game with the ballers
20 a gramsoz'sto a balls to quaves
My hustle never stopuh
Block to blocklike a nigga sittin' on three keys
Till a rock to rock c'mon
(chorus-4x)
[ master p ]
Kane and abelfiendmaster p
It ain't no limit nigga
Clean your dirty money out to good money
You heardtryin' to have a thang
From the motherfucking streets to the world
Real niggas take heatbout itbout itrowdyrowdy
Uhhhhhh
