3 2 Murder 1 Lyrics by Kane & Able

3 2 Murder 1 Lyrics

    (chorus)

    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

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    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

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    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

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