(Master P talking) -haha Mr MR of the neighborhood -should I say that nigga that's uuuuggghhhh bout it it -I'm rowdy rowdy I'm rowdy -The mothafucking Ice Cream Man in this P in here with my girl Mia X -We bout to lay down shit once again for ya'll motherfuckers -We bout to lay down rules -And we got these 2 little niggas that don't give a fuck about of ya -Ready to on ya bitches -With this shit -watch your back nigga, my little Kane & Abel -some of ya'll know them as double -but ya better once again its on -TRU niggas in bitch, we ain't taking no shit for the 9 scrilla -Its all about smoking blunts, blowing on swishy sweet -Notice I said sweet nigga I do these fucking 187's, murder -Down south in the swamp, we down there hustling bitch -Rolling on triple -But niggas don't a fuck about none of ya niggas -That real, that ain't true to the motherfucking gizzame -But ya niggas that's it bout it and all ya real niggas out there -Ya'll gone feel this shit it don't get no realer than this again its on nigga
(Kane & Abel)
Introducing the mafioso of New Kane & Abel balling My shit sell like Air Jordan Ain't that a bitch, straight out the whipping ass like Tyson Gun fighting slanging ice and fucking hoes like Bryson Latinos counting cinos I murder Al What these bitches boosting up them down like casinos Getting like the Menendez brothers Dumb mothafuckas banging these hoes no rubbers And busters hate me like some bump Cause babies dropping out they old ladies like me Sporting Tommy's and Polos weed blows out my Never sweating in my good clothes behind fucking hoes Who run this P, KLC slanging birds So stop stunting dog bitch calm your Born a baby grew up to be a g Whip that ass like I had a from NOPD Like a second line niggas with 9's follow me MC approaches I those cockroaches Buck buck I got you fucked up angel dust In gacks we trust cause niggas bleed just us
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Its time to get the again Cause ass niggas getting jealous again, again Its time to get strapped them nappy head hoes getting jealous again, again
(Mia X)
I got that fucking regulator busting rhymes at all you playa haters Fade ya ya bow down to this slayer Lady alligator still wetting up earhole With harmonizing gun blows stomping out the NO Hoes talk shit but clear the way Because they know I'm richer and bagging chips so call me Ms Fri-O-Lay Mia X gots to flex and them hanging diamond rocks ?? be banging my is reighning I'm this with No Limit So you can talk that you raunchy bitch but just remember Who finish, me running with these look alike The bad girl behind the trigger wreck its the 9 sister
(Kane)
Rolling 4 strapped in the black Montero Shorting like Alfonso Ribiero but bitch I'm ghetto Give me no heroin baby blunt after blunt Fuck around and roll a thousand swishes in one You ass niggas I ain't scared of death Had a I got stressed and blew up your whole project Ask Mia X got bookoo I'm like them got to get them papers like them crackers in them Hitting switches avoiding bitches and them haters And its time to get again Kane & Abel got the and we back again
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(Abel) Take away them and pain What remains ?? the king a 9 in his grave I seen so soldiers I swore it was Beirut Them gang signs salute, clack clack shoot The coast you bleed if you wanna succeed And I can your fucking head in my lap for 10 g's And you can ask the governor's name its please And out in Cali Sam Sneed recognize me Take it to the streets cause that's where I'm And with gold teeth no I ain't the one Niggas give me what you got I ain't got a thing And back in 91 I jack bitches for medallion So crappy headed nappy hoes get back Cause its a 10 to 1 that you might get smacked