This what it's all about once again huh.
 Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash.
 You get on that block  you make my money.
 You make my money good you pissless trash.

 Chorus (Kane & Abel)

 Only real niggas roll with me
 Hit the block gun cocked  nigga pass the weed
 Hustle we'll never knock  recognize the G
 TRU playas indeed  TRU yes indeed

 Verse 1 (Kane)

 It's foolish how they be lovin that niggas shit like a bitch
 Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch
 Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl
 Bitin they lip when they taste this dick, no trickin, diamonds and pearls
 My niggas hard like sleepin on a steel matress in the hole for thirty days
 Police on the payroll cause they know that nothin pay the way crime pays
 Fuck you up like the little burn in Kool-Aid if you can't get paid
 Get trapped in the one way, ready for the gun play,
 bullets get sprayed with no delay

 Chorus x2

 Verse 2 (Abel)

 Smokin that herb when I get disturbed, hit the streets like dice on the curb
 These bitch ass niggas get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerve
 A nigga named Master P told me hustle till I'm dead
 Pitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red
 Hunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they hoes
 Ain't nothin no love like a black rose, might hit they mama with a four four
 They call me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr. Kane
 Stay TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame
 Come on

 Chorus x3

 (Abel talking)

 Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane.
 American Meat, '99 nigga.
 Any nigga that fuck with us, foolish as a motherfucker.
 Like we said on the last motherfuckin record.
 You run up, you get more holes then a golf course bitch