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Kane&Abel Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin' Here are the song lyrics for Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin' by Kane&Abel. For more excellent Kane&Abel lyrics, run a search! Typed by: gdixon@cyberport.com [ 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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