Throw Them Thangs Lyrics by Kane & Able

Throw Them Thangs Lyrics

    [kane & abel]
    Yo kl, hook me up with some of that beats by the pound kane & abel
    Gangstafied gorrila shit.
    We start tightin up on these niggas like a nigga been doin.

    [magic]
    Nigga, we got the whole no limit motherfuckin family representin.
    Them niggas kane & abel, am i my brothers keeper.
    Got that fuckin tank around your fuckin neck nigga, fuckin right.
    Nigga.

    Chorus
    Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
    Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
    Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga
    Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs nigga

    [kane & abel]
    My hustle's still sick, set trip, bullets spin niggas flip
    Hot slugs hit, that's it, rip that ass like some pump dick
    Feel respect from my balls i don't pause for shit
    I'm quick to empty my clip and hit the gas bitch
    Drive by, four niggas thinkin like they the shit
    Bye bye, mr. kane bring the pain like project brings to the brain
    My game is worth more then my weight in cocain
    Don't wanna get wet, but bitch don't go outside in the rain
    No limit, we get respect for chin chacks and teks
    Mob connects, tryin to disrespect, save your breath
    Cause i aint met a motherfucker who can do that yet
    On the edge of death like we the last real niggas left

    [magic]
    Chorus
    (my turn now)

    Respect my mind i'm ready to war with any nigga
    Face me head up i gotta do that the hard nigga
    You don't know where drama come from cause i'm with kane & abel
    Twin motherfuckers that's definately willing and able
    Picture the pain we puttin these niggas through
    We got bitches hurtin too, we runnin through the whole fuckin crew
    I thought yall knew, for any nigga that wanna buck up
    Get fucked up, i gotta fortyfive motherfucker

    Chorus

    [kane & abel]
    I split em, i hit em, then casket fit em
    Left a nigga staggerin like roy jones done hit em
    When i cock my shit i'm a bust my shit
    Scary niggas in your click aint prepare for this
    Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this
    Hit em with the ap 9 or the m 1 6
    See niggas so scared casaulties of wars
    Hoes flippin through the air like domonique dawes
    Give me mine plus yours, strip down to the droors
    Give me that crome four four, i'm bout to pull a kickdoe

    [magic]
    Chorus x2

    [kane & abel]
    This is kane & abel and mr. magic nigga.
    This aint no motherfuckin heckyl and jeckyl.
    Motherfuckers tryin to keep it real nigga.
    Make a million in this shit.
    They tryin to kill other niggas but guess what.
    Nigga run up, niggas gonna get more holes then a golf course bitch.
    Niggas down south we bout it bitch.
    We dont play no games nigga, aint no talkin.
    Don't make me throw them thangs.

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