Tryin 2 Have Sumthin Lyrics by Kane & Able

Tryin 2 Have Sumthin Lyrics


    [ master p]

    Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper
    When ya'll ready for that nigga, i 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 bottle, because a
    They crossed a bird
    Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs
    From the curb, i observe
    Making tunes, i 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 felly, my belly
    Full of fast food
    Cuz i know that cash rules my life
    To like as twice as the nights
    I'm living, try my life
    Fully rusted, is a chance to get a cop busted
    But i stick em' and break it off
    So the rest won't test me
    Luckily, never sticking my business
    Til' these hoes, and i give my friends living tears
    Like my department store, c'mon
    (uhhhhhh)

    (chorus- 2x)

    [ kane and abel ]

    Picture me and fiend chopping up a half a key
    Twenty-bitches you asked for them, 2-52 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 lex, bitch i'm bout my cream
    Thunder weed and sex
    More crack than cracker jack
    Silkk, 100-dollar, tens
    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 kidnapp, don't make it a killing
    Put a game til' the game's over
    Soldier, ready and willing, i be letting dissing
    To get paid with a gyps of ak's
    If you looking for revenge, better dig two graves
    Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers
    20 a grams, oz's, to a balls to quaves
    My hustle never stop, uh
    Block to block, like a nigga sittin' on three keys
    Till a rock to rock c'mon

    (chorus-4x)

    [ master p ]

    Kane and abel, fiend, master p
    It ain't no limit nigga
    Clean your dirty money out to good money
    You heard, tryin' to have a thang
    From the motherfucking streets to the world
    Real niggas take heat, bout it, bout it, rowdy, rowdy
    Uhhhhhh

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