Kill Again

from by Brandon Cain

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Working this fucking job that don't pay off and they talking bout layoffs. Nigga if that one there don't sound rough, check out my bitch in here talking shit like few bucks that I do get and this big long dick really ain't enough. Makes me want to sport a chrome grip like the newest of outfits in the mist of telling the clerk to give up and hope that I get enough to get me some of whatever Bobby gave Whytney or Whytney gave Booby you tell us. Nigga I'm fed up like I'm hanging from my ankles. You on the other side of this banger use in danger. See I been watching all the plays and peeped the game from every angle and this Bitch is extra dirty as sure as the stars are spangled. Land of the built on kidnap and murder. They rolled up in there boats ans with smiles pulled out they're burners. That's how a nigga feel whenever I feel determined so empty out your pockets whomever this is concerning please don't make me shoot.

Please Don't Make Me Kill Again!!!!
Til My Kitchen Got A Brand New Island No Gilligan!!!!
Please Don't Make A Nigga Shoot.
Just Put It on My Tab Pop The Safe And Give Your Boy The Lute.
So I Don't Have To Do That Like

When George W. sent the crew back. I had a couple of partners I knew plus my cousin flew back to them water less beaches. Where the buzzards are screeching. Holding brand new guns as slick as the Devil's Grease is. And everybody knew what was bout to go down true that. The sun shining bright but the feeling of death blue,black. Exact opposite of this white caddy that rolled through the block then stopped. We all looked up like who that? And two cats hop talking bout did team knock out. This one for my cuz who here ready to pop off. Right before he swung the wrong way and hit the smallest one with biggest gun so willing to blow his top off. I could see it in his eyes as his face twitched and spit drip right up off his lip the same instant he pulled the glock out to give this dip shit a quick trip one way to face the all mighty or visit hell for a cop out.

Please Don't Make Me Kill Again!!!!
Til My Kitchen Got A Brand New Island No Gilligan!!!! For Real
Please Don't Make A Nigga Shoot.
Just Put It on My Tab Pop The Safe And Give Your Boy The Lute.
So I Don't Have To Do That Like

Like Pookie off of New Jack, or Nino Brown when he found out G-Money smoking and wouldn't no getting the crew back. Or Ice Cube in Bryan Turner's office with two bats. I bet when Ronald Reagan gave Ricky Ross that pack he said am I my brothers keeper or should my brother just keep up. Even if he hit the dice game and lost his re-up. He should go and catch the next man sitting with his feet and sneak up with heat until we up again!

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from Made In America, released November 1, 2015

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Brandon Cain Huntsville, Alabama

Brandon's honest, first hand testimonies of street life and culture resonate with all those living in America's rougher
neiborhoods. Brandon laser sharp wit and social awareness makes his music thoughtful, and give it depth. Listen to some of Brandon's signature tracks, and learn why he's being lauded as an important emerging artist in the hip-hop genre!
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