Hope

Fuck with me, know you don't Freddie gonna let you hoe That's the hope and fuck a dope Now go along and tie that rope Hanging with your buddies, hoping everything go right Then you pull that trigger thang Kill him cause he know my name Here's a lesson Don't be testin' Know you meet my Smith and Wesson Bustin' with some perfect aim Then watch it go right through your brain Oh, you think you know Kaine? Rollin in the beamer thang Killin' ain't a damn shame Come on over bring the pain Roll up some dope Bitch, you know I cannot cope With these evil thoughts In the dark kill you from a fuckin' far You's a bitch, you make it easy Killing you only to please me It's a fuckin' homicide, now put the Glock up to your eyes Fuckin with the playa mane Loaded Glock, go insane Strollin' in the fuckin rain, lookin for a damn stang' See me in the alley creep, taste of death is just as sweet Flaya' offs follow me, blueish fire after me Fuck what you fuckin' speak Get this feeling out of me Violent death is what you seek Breathing slow, take a note Fuck a suicide, hoe Bury you alive, hoe We don't choose sides, hoe Clout ain't what I'm looking for Rippin' the pieces I got my bitches unleashed Even for that Glock, I am reachin' Murderer season is peakin' I'm dealing out with the vengeance I kill them off like a sentence Killer Kaine beat the menace and I break off the tension