Cheat the odds that made you
Brave to try to gamble at times
Well I feel like dirty laundry
Sending sickness on down the line
Tell you why
'Cause I'm jealous, jealous again
Thought it time I let you in
Yeah, I'm jealous, jealous again
Got no time, baby
Always drunk on Sunday
Try'n to feel like I'm at home
Smell the gasoline burning
Boys out feeling nervous and cold
'Cause I'm jealous, jealous again
Thought it time I let you in
Yeah, I'm jealous, jealous again
Got no time, baby
Stop, understand me
I ain't afraid of losing face
Stop, understand me
I ain't afraid of ever losing faith in you
Never felt like smiling
Sugar wanna' kill me yet
Find me loose lipped and laughing
Singing songs ain't got no regrets
'Cause I'm jealous, jealous again
Thought it time I let you in
Yeah, I'm jealous, jealous again
Got no time, baby
Stop, understand me
I ain't afraid of losing face
Stop, understand me
I ain't afraid of ever losing faith in you
Don't you think I want to
Don't you think I would
Don't you think I'd tell you baby
If I only could
Am I acting crazy
Am I just too proud
Am I just plain lazy
Am I, Am I, Am I, ever
'Cause I'm jealous, jealous again
Thought it time I let you in
Yeah, I'm jealous, jealous again
Got no time, baby

Cheat the odds that made you
Brave to try to gamble at times
Well I feel like dirty laundry
Sending sickness on down the line
Tell you why
'Cause I'm jealous, jealous again
Thought it time I let you in
Yeah, I'm jealous, jealous again
Got no time, baby
Always drunk on Sunday
Try'n to feel like I'm at home
Smell the gasoline burning
Boys out feeling nervous and cold
(Repeat 1st Chorus)
Stop, understand me
I ain't afraid of losing face
Stop, understand me
I ain't afraid of ever losing faith in you
Never felt like smiling
Sugar wanna' kill me yet
Find me loose lipped and laughing
Singing songs ain't got no regrets
(Repeat 1st and 2nd Chrous)
Don't you think I want to
Don't you think I would
Don't you think I'd tell you baby
If I only could
Am I acting crazy
Am I just too proud
Am I just plain lazy

You're jealous again No, she's just a friend Why can't I do anything without being yelled at? Always on the phone Never leave me alone Why don't you just tell me what you want from me Said I'll never leave you, No I'll never leave you It's not the end, No it's not the end I won't beat you up But I won't push you around Because if I do that the cops would grab me for doin' it I want to go and have some fun Go where the action is Who the hell are you to tell me who my friends are Said I'll never leave you, No I'll never leave you It's not the end, No it's not the end Said I'll never leave you, No I'll never leave you It's not the end, No it's not the end You're jealous again You're jealous again You're jealous again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

(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

Featuring Master PMia X
(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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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 it's a 10 to 1 chance that you might get smacked