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