[Intro: Master P] Man you need to cut all that woofin out Either you from the hood or you ain't from the hood But if you ain't from the hood, don't be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT) Cause niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz
[Chorus: Halleluyah] Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout Keep 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 Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout Keep 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 side and can't even look a real nigga straight in the eye Screamin "Bust a nigga head" but real killers don't talk You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act See, you and your click don't wanna face me nigga I'll detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyote Show you what Shaq shoulda did to Kobe Slap 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 ain't scared to go to war Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car
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[Master P] You can't live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones I'm 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 Bay Real thugs get it crunk in the club You don't give a fuck then throw your hood up I got a couple screws missing, they say I talk in my sleep I'm addicted to money and weed but I love the freaks You don't wanna run up on a nigga in the club When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz See, I'm a fool nigga, break the rules nigga I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you nigga See, I'm a bEast boy, I'm from the streets boy You could knuckle up but Drumma got that heat boy I mean the feet boy, I'm Pistol Pete boy Stop screamin motherfucker, you ain't me boy
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[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 Cadillac'n 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 I'm on the grey goose, Huey Lewis Black Panther shit The whole club pumping they fist but here we go It's No Limit up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got damn right) We gonna act 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 Impala Burnin 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
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