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