(Master P talking) -haha Mr MR Rogers of the -should I say that nigga that's uuuuggghhhh bout it it -I'm rowdy rowdy I'm rowdy mothafucking Ice Cream Man in this bitch -Master P in here my girl Mia X -We bout to lay down some shit once again for ya'll -We bout to lay some rules -And we got these 2 little niggas don't give a fuck about none of ya -Ready to blast on ya -With this shit -watch your back nigga, my little niggas & Abel -some of ya'll know them as vision ya better realize once again its on -TRU in this bitch, we ain't taking no shit for the 9 scrilla -Its all about smoking blunts, blowing on swishy sweet -Notice I said swishy nigga -When I do these fucking 187's, -Down south in the mothafucking swamp, we down there bitch -Rolling on gold -But don't give a fuck about none of ya niggas -That ain't real, that ain't to the motherfucking gizzame -But ya niggas that's bout it bout it and all ya real out there -Ya'll feel this shit cause it don't get no realer than this again its on nigga
(Kane & Abel)
Introducing the mafioso of New Kane & Abel balling My gangsta shit sell like Air Ain't that a bitch, straight out the whipping ass like Tyson Gun fighting slanging ice and hoes like Peabo Bryson Latinos counting I murder Al Pacino What these bitches boosting up shut down like casinos Getting murderous like the brothers Dumb banging these hoes without no rubbers And busters me like some bump weed Cause babies out they old ladies looking like me Sporting Tommy's and weed blows out my nose Never sweating in my good clothes behind these fucking Who run Master P, KLC slanging birds So stop stunting dog bitch calm nerves a crack baby grew up to be a g Whip that ass I had a badge from NOPD Like a second line gangsta niggas 9's follow me MC approaches I bury those Buck I got you fucked up like angel dust In gacks we trust cause niggas bleed just us
(Chorus)
Its to get the gack again Cause ass niggas getting jealous again, again Its time to get strapped Because them head hoes getting jealous again, again
(Mia X)
I got that fucking regulator busting lyrical rhymes at all you playa Fade ya made ya bow down to slayer Lady alligator still wetting up earhole With gun blows still stomping out the NO talk that shit but clear the way Because they know I'm getting richer and bagging chips so me Ms Fri-O-Lay Mia X gots to flex and leave hanging diamond rocks ?? be banging my is reighning I'm slanging this with No So you can talk that shit you raunchy but just remember Who finish, me running these look alike niggas The bad girl behind the getting wreck its the 9 sister
(Kane)
Rolling 4 deep strapped in the Montero Shorting bright like Alfonso but bitch I'm ghetto Give me no heroin roll blunt after blunt Fuck and roll a thousand swishes in one month You buster ass niggas I ain't of death Had a dream I got and blew up your whole project Ask Mia X got checks I'm them got to get them papers like them crackers in them skyscrapers Hitting switches bitches and them playa haters And its time to get strapped Kane & Abel got the gack and we back
(Chorus)
(Abel) Take away them chains and remains ?? the king keep a 9 in his grave I seen so many soldiers I it was Beirut Them gang signs salute, clack they shoot The south you bleed if you wanna succeed And I can have fucking head in my lap for 10 g's And you can ask the name its nigga please And even out in Sam Sneed recognize me Take it to the cause that's where I'm from And with gold teeth no I ain't the one Niggas give me what you got I got a fucking thing And back in 91 I jack bitches for earrings So headed nappy headed hoes get back its a 10 to 1 chance that you might get smacked