Jealous Again Lyrics - Kane & Able

(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