Kane And Abel lyrics
Kane And Abel lyrics
"No Limit Niggas Lyrics"
Wishing For The Sun Lyrics
Lying on a bed Flying in my head Wishing for the sun Don't let the rain man come Open up the sky Stop living in denial Cut the ropes on me Feel myself float free Say hello to the sun when the morning comes Wave goodbye to the rain, it only brings you pain Say hello to the sun when the morning comes We're clim
Lying on a bed Flying in my head Wishing for the sun Don't let the rain man come Open up the sky Stop living in denial Cut the ropes on me Feel myself float free Say hello to the sun when the morning comes Wave goodbye to the rain, it only brings you pain Say hello to the sun when the morning comes We're clim
featuring C Murder Fiend
[C Murder]
Say twins you know how we go do a fucking show
Get that bitch rowdy how crazy they be acting out there
Niggas can't control theirself be like uh
They call me C Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherfucking back
Ever since I started rapping all my real ass niggas come and follow my lead
Got my balls and my word nigga ask Young Bleed
We come do a show in your motherfucking city
They call me the baddest cause No Limit act shitty
Beats By The Pound make them ignant ass beats
When a nigga like me bring the shit to the streets
Because the ghetto is my home nigga I'm ghetto raised
I'm unpredictable ask the nigga with the braid
Whats Up Lyrics
Intro: Elephant Man: Yeah mon!!! Well mi know nowadays but..... How a gal dem pretty mon??? Bad bad bad Well mi haffi date one a dem girl deh Ha!!! Yuh know!!! Hey yo!!! Right now this a fi di gal dem yuh know Hey yo Elephant Man and Mr. Vegas...Ha!!!! Get ready for this my ladies Ha!!!! Hey yo!!! What's up baby??? (Mr. Vegas:Yeah)
s Intro: Elephant Man: Yeah mon!!! Well mi know nowadays but..... How a gal dem pretty mon??? Bad bad bad Well mi haffi date one a dem girl deh Ha!!! Yuh know!!! Hey yo!!! Right now this a fi di gal dem yuh know Hey yo Elephant Man and Mr. Vegas...Ha!!!! Get ready for this my ladies Ha!!!! Hey yo!!! What's up baby??? (Mr. Vegas:Yeah)
My motherfucking music be jumping out of record stores
Nigga where's your proof motherfucker check billboards
To all my tank dogs that's bout it
Then throw off your set and get this motherfucker rowdy
Chorus
We be No Limit niggas and we bout it
We come to a club and get the motherfucker rowdy x2
[Kane & Abel]
6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this bitch
Hit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this bitch
I got the crowd jumping gangstafied shit pumping
Tell that bitch and that hoe I'm trying to do something
I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club
Don't give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud
Let's go half on a 40
Keeper Of The Key Lyrics
You have gone and yet I'm still your prisoner Althought you're with your new love I'm not free For you have placed a lock around my heart dear and you are the keeper of the key Love locked inside like mine burns constantly please darling please come back to me Let's lock our hearts together for a lifetime for you are the keeper of the keysack show me some love
I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs
TRU niggas smoke dank all the way to the bank
All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank
Kane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a fuck
We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherfucker rowdy
Chorus x2
[Fiend]
I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud
Ebonic you speaking in the club uh nigga what
Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it
With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot
I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever lived
You ain'
Take a pull of that shit
And you can meet the pieces
My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases
Lyrical adhesives making these niggas meet Jesus
I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing
My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding
It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy
Chorus x3
[C-Murder talking]
Yeah another example of that gangsta shit
C-Murder in this bitch Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend
Shit just another motherfucking day another dollar
Get it right cause we bout it peace
You have gone and yet I'm still your prisoner Althought you're with your new love I'm not free For you have placed a lock around my heart dear and you are the keeper of the key Love locked inside like mine burns constantly please darling please come back to me Let's lock our hearts together for a lifetime for you are the keeper of the key
I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs
TRU niggas smoke dank all the way to the bank
All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank
Kane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a fuck
We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherfucker rowdy
Chorus x2
[Fiend]
I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud
Ebonic you speaking in the club uh nigga what
Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it
With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot
I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever lived
You ain'
Hallelujah Lyrics
John Cale Hallelujah Lyrics Words & music by Leonard Cohen I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Your fa
t seen nothing wait till I'm full of that shit John Cale Hallelujah Lyrics Words & music by Leonard Cohen I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Your fa
Take a pull of that shit
And you can meet the pieces
My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases
Lyrical adhesives making these niggas meet Jesus
I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing
My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding
It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy
Chorus x3
[C-Murder talking]
Yeah another example of that gangsta shit
C-Murder in this bitch Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend
Shit just another motherfucking day another dollar
Get it right cause we bout it peace