Jealous Again Lyrics by Kane & Able

Jealous Again Lyrics

    (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

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