Kane & Abel - Count Your Ones lyrics

(feat. Boss Playa, Fiend) [Boss Playa] Uh, bounce uh uh Bounce uh uh uh Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Hook 1: Boss Playa] Still live but I want sh** liva Things hot but I want things hotter I gets high but I like to gets higher Forever hustlin' don't ever wanna retire [Hook 2: Kane & Abel & (Fiend)] All my k**ers (Bust ya guns, bust ya guns) All my dealers (Count ya ones, count ya ones) All my b**hes (Catch that cum, catch that cum) And all my n***as say (We ain't leavin' till we get some) [Verse 1: Abel] b**hes say my n***as be lowdown In the game where n***as get broke down Smellin' like a pine, police put me on the ground Mama tellin' me to slow down They wanna put me in the jailhouse Hoes wanna give me that good mouth Gettin' so high, leanin' to the side, me and my homies smoked out We real like Ewing, 25 years, 6 months and 7 days First day we get out, got rocks in our mouth Cause nothin' pays like crime pays It's no excuse, keep rappers real loose And I'm slangin' both they sisters Took his wife and ran up in her, even took they mama out to dinner In the limo with that babbage, smokin' on some of that good sh** Haters all out to try me, I be packin' that thang with two clips That's deuce sick, I like em' thick, brown, yellow, or redbone If you ever need some dick call Abel on the phone [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Verse 2: Kane] n***as wanna start that bullsh**, well go ahead with that fool clip The way we floss, the way we shine got chu' n***as lookin' stupid We ruthless, no talkin' b**h let's do this My left and right fists bust lips and you get em' off n***a to this Gettin' paid like we Jewish, gettin' laid like we do flips Police raids like we move bricks but we too legit and too quick This D.A. lookin' foolish We next in line to shine b**h, bogardin' with that iron sh** My nine'll leave you spineless, get back or leave you mindless It's Mr. Kane the scientist, next time I do you tryin' this Cause my flow is relentless, that's why I drive expensive On these haters like suspension but try to go against this You can't win or beat in I'm goin' for that neck like a pit in a dog fight The battle's not a hype and ya sh** sounds alright I'm not a k**er I'm a dealer, get cha' f**in' mind right [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Verse 3: Abel] It's a shame my n***as be shiesty, in a game where n***as step lightly Hoes don't like me, n***as wanna fight me, gettin my dick s**ed nightly Po-po wanna know where the dope at, I wanna know where the smoke at In the car at the store, lookin' for the Trojans Tryin' to f** some hoodrat Judge say "Son why you do that", now ya gotta go and do five flat Next time I catch you slangin' crack, I'ma have to send you right back It's like that but it's like this, life in the fast lane die quick No matter where you from, bust ya guns, when n***as bout that real sh** [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Hook 1]