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Man you need to cut all that woofin out
Either you from the hood or you aint from the hood
But if you aint from the hood, dont be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT)
Cause niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz[Chorus: Halleluyah]
Dont make me put my hands on you nigga,
Ima show you what
Im boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Dont make me put my hands on you nigga,
Ima show you what
Im boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out[Master P]
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck
Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the sideand cant even look a real nigga straight in the eye
Screamin 'Bust a nigga head' but real killers dont talk
You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act
See, you and your click dont wanna face me nigga
Ill detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga
Cause Im crazy like my dad, a wild coyote
Show you what
Shaq shoulda did to
KobeSlap him in his mouth, nigga fuck
Jerry Buss
That fool still talkin, beat his bitch ass up
You a rookie under me so respect your elders
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous
The New No
Limit, we aint scared to go to war
Have you spoof whenyou leave the house or ridin in your car[Chorus][Master P]
You cant live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones
Im a New
No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm
See you puh puh poolay, fuck what you say
We get to stomping like soldiers in
Peru BayReal thugs get it crunk in the club
You dont give a fuck then throw your hood up
I got a couple screws missing, they say
I talk in my sleep
Im addicted to money and weed but
I love the freaks
You dont wanna run up on a nigga in the club
When Im gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz
See, Im a fool nigga, break the rules nigga
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you nigga
See, Im a b
East boy,
Im from the streets boy
You could knuckle up but
Drumma got that heat boy
I mean the feet boy,
Im Pistol
Pete boyStop screamin motherfucker, you aint me boy[Chorus][Young Buck + (Master P)](Where you at Buck?)
We got the weed spot poppin and the dice game crackin
Got some hustlers with some birds and some young niggaz jackin
This the hood baby, white t-shirts and the khakis
Stomp stompin in my
G-Units still
Cadillacn
P, you know
I been waiting to push a line with you dawg
P, uou know
I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg
Im on the grey goose,
Huey Lewis
Black Panther shit
The whole club pumping they fist but here we go
Its No Limit up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got damn right)
We gonnaact like
C-Murder just got out of jail tonight
Oh, we came to start a fight, break em off something rough
Take it back to the streets nigga, make em say ughh (Make em say ughh)
So me and
Silkk The
Shocker in a black
ImpalaBurnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper
No matter what
I been through, my bank account got it
Fuck them other niggaz cause we still bout it bout it[Chorus]