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