Текст песни Kain House

Chorus

So I told you where I hang out

Ya got some sellin then

Haller my name out

Remember man me an you

Runnin up out the cain house

Nigga just for you I blow his brains out

I blow his brains out

Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out

So I told you where I hang out

Ya got some sellin then

Haller my name out

Remember man me an you

Runnin up out the cain house

Nigga just for you I blow his brains out

I blow his brains out

Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out

Verso One

Two of my hommies got killed

From the hollow point tips

Cepts it looks like hell

Three point five million

From those narcotic sells

Gang signs thats maile

Seventy two hours incarcerated

All becouse my hood floss bloody body's

On the pavement

That playa hater shit

Is what brings that type of drama

What a nigga need to start doin

Is just kidnappin your mama

Catch me in the game for 8 years

So watch my nigga catch stripes

In the middle of the night

Seein fiends smoke pipes

Dub sacks an Coniac

helps me deal with these phonies

Busters sellin for G's that I stack

From the back to ponies

I got hommies with L's on they backs

Who fell through the crack

And hidin shank's under they mattress

Where were you

When will you realise

When cockin Glocks

To pop those cops

Makes a Mil of these blocks

Ride in drop tops

Be foolin with G-nocks

Dont trust those bitches

They choose to squish and let em squeel

Go ahead and trust em

You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH

To tha billi ba-bang

The reflections drummin like solo

Hold on like En Vogue

Put out that Endo

Let down the window

Tec's to our set

Seventeen to mix with the bullshit

Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip

When you bust at me

That nigga slip

They steady runnin

The gun

To keep the nigga off that lay low

Got niggs on the pay roll

That'll kill when I say so

Three hay-lo's

It gets so fatel

On Warnell talk to no one

Sometimes it gets to the point I

Cock my ho's see what Im sayin

Chorus

Verse Two

The lord is smokin

Thats why my life

Has been this livin hell

For the thug life up on the street

And to the prison cell

Unlawfull use is what

They caught me with a Tec-9

An do they got probable cause

They never did take no time

Steady use of prison

Took another brothers man hood

They choose next time

Up under the bench

They say its all good

But I was young

Didnt know any better

Although I did comp out the bootcamp

Fly to give a brotha seven

Years of prison teirs

My hommies pourin beers

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Should be life of what a thug lives

My only hurt

Maybe wont be my last

But heres a tip for these cops

Next time Im goin out with a blast

So if you look up in this black man's

Eyes of straight madness

Ready to buck you down

Upon the ground

For all my past teachers

Give your souls up

If your showed up

Dont hold up

We Do or Die

And you know we

Straight soldiers

Chorus

Nigga I got your back

You got mine

Lets keep it comin

Throw your guns in the air

Uh-uh no time for runnin

They'll miss the gunnin

Its Do or Die

When we ride out

Niggero you comin

Lets leave the scene

And go and hide out

An miss the trippin

Trippin an clippin

Lets get to dippin

Mutherfuck gonna die

Becouse he lied

About my hommie flippin

Swole head and a broke jaw

Fuck that

My nigga you dead an gone

But you better believe

Im bustin back

Aint got no time

For individuals

Who just wanna trip

You done broke his jaw

You done broke my law

So now I gots to dip

Now whip

Up on that ass

With this nine milla

You aint fuckin with a ho

You fuckin with a po

That be a stone killa

My nigga dead an gone

So rest in peace an close his casket

Thiers plenty more chances

If it takes ten years

I swear ill kill this basterd

To war zone grab that chrome

Plus the clip that matches

Retalliation is a must

Thats why Im kickin asses

These BHN they straight be trippin

Cus the hood I come from

Thats why Im packin

Fully be jackin

Cus these ho's dont want none

Cant get along

Keep this mo

Im talkin player rythem

Got niggas on the side

Whose bitin ears

By spittin negatism

I got my ninner

Off of safety

Ready to try it out

What made me do it

It was hood when I ride out

From north or south

To the east to the west

Who rolls the best

So fuck your chief

His ass gonna die

When I load this tec

chorus

To them niggas in the pen

Who got sent up for this bullshit

Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas

Thats it them niggas loyal to this game

And some of these niggas aint your hommies

The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies

So when you look behind your back

That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you

So you watch that shit

Its real

About that pen nigga

To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea