No Turning Back-Kane & Abel

No Turning Back - Kane & Abel Listen to me young soldiers, salaros the laws of the street You know the law enemies stand side by side You can either kill em now or wait for them to return and kill you Remember this city's like gold you sell it at yo price when your ready But the most important thing neva take sides with anyone Nunka against the family [Kane] Agh! it's been a long time we shouldn't of left you Still in the ghetto with some metal with some metal to wet you No Limit killers dealers warriors mo niggas to step you You *****es I disrespect ***** you and forget you I play the game I with go we take them ho's to that other level Down south niggas still we known fo chopping ki's In grams bagging quarters in bundles, niggas mumble and rumble Soldiers strap fo G's fo combat in the jungle That's my brother Mr. Abel I'm Mr. Co-Kane thug Life in the rain, tank still on my chain( ya heard me) ***** together if you bout that ain't no time to explain Ain't no talkin I'm mustin, take no sh*t I'm bustin Knockin niggas out make some mother*****in Robutussin Somebody pray for me 1 ney 7 2 11 ain't the way for me For several street thugs strip me fo murder tactics Hit the gold ranga practice(ni**a) the plastic get drastic Bout the casket don't hesitate to pull a trigger and waste My lawyer worry bout the mother*****in murder case And how you gone make moves with out killers behind, find out You *****ed up I'm gone leave you *****ed up where I find you Fear for my own life want hesitate to do you Cause hesitation makes a niggas worse fear come true [Chorus x2] Cause ain't no turnin back, somebody pray for me Cause penitentiary ain't no place fo me Cause ain't no turnin back some body pray for me 187, 211 Ain't the way fo me (no turnin back, no turnin back) [Abel] Get killed in the d**e game God forbid Chasing money and street fame God forgive Slang h****n and coc*ine in hands of kids Why niggas die young in this life we live Just a young ni**a hustle on the block fo cake Bring yo crew and you kiss yo mama at the wake Duct tape, death kiss on yo ankles and wrist Don't give em no sh*t they came fo the bricks On the project steps got nothin but time Tryin to phase the world with a vest and a nine Give me mine this crime a fast forward yo life Never press rewind cause these niggas ain't right On a paper chase, caught a lil' case Po Po hit me with the phonebook in my face Mama crying real tears cause her son disappeared Didn't budge when the judge said 50 years [chorus] [Kane & Abel] Niggas ten years old already they killers Ski mask tech nine gangstafied the realest Real niggas gone feel me, fake niggas gone fear me A hundred No Limit Soldiers make it hard to get near me So watch what you say ni**a O.K. ni**a I then fired down the pen on the mother*****in A.K. ni**a Fully automatic when I grab it Want static I have to pull yo pistol ain't no time to panic Fo green or geed killers dive by gats Out the window with speed, somebody pray fo me