(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