| Man you need to cut all that woofin out
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| Either you from the hood or you ain’t from the hood
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| But if you ain’t from the hood, don’t be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO
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| LIMIT)
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| Cause niggas gon expose these fake niggas
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| Don’t make me put my hands on you nigga, I’mma show you what I’m bout
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| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
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| Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
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| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
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| Don’t make me put my hands on you nigga, I’mma show you what I’m bout
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| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
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| Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
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| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
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| Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck
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| Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up
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| I see you fake ass twisted niggas straight to the side
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| And can’t even look a real nigga straight in the eye
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| Screamin «Bust a nigga head» but real killers don’t talk
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| You could tell a real gangster how he act and how he walk
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| See, you and your click don’t wanna face me nigga
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| I’ll detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga
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| Cause I’m crazy like my dad, a wild coyote
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| Show you what Shaq shoulda did to Kobe
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| Slap him in his mouth, nigga fuck Jerry Buss
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| That fool still talkin, beat his bitch ass up
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| You a rookie under me so respect your elders
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| Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous
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| The New No Limit, we ain’t scared to go to war
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| Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car
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| You can’t live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones
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| I’m a New No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm
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| See you puh puh poolay, fuck what you say
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| We get to stomping like soldiers in Peru Bay
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| Real thugs get it crunk in the club
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| You don’t give a fuck then throw your hood up
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| I got a couple screws missing, they say I talk in my sleep
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| I’m addicted to money and weed but I love the freaks
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| You don’t wanna run up on a nigga in the club
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| When I’m gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz
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| See, I’m a fool nigga, break the rules nigga
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| I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you nigga
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| See, I’m a bEast boy, I’m from the streets boy
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| You could knuckle up but Drumma got that heat boy
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| I mean the feet boy, I’m Pistol Pete boy
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| Stop screamin motherfucker, you ain’t me boy
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| + (Master P)
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| (Where you at Buck?)
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| We got the weed spot poppin and the dice game crackin
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| Got some hustlers with some birds and some young niggas jackin
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| This the hood baby, white t-shirts and the khakis
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| Stomp stompin in my G-Units still Cadillac’n
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| P, you know I been waiting to push a line with you dawg
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| P, uou know I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg
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| I’m on the grey goose, Huey Lewis Black Panther shit
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| The whole club pumping they fist but here we go
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| It’s No Limit up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got damn right)
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| We gonna act like C-Murder just got out of jail tonight
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| Oh, we came to start a fight, break 'em off something rough
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| Take it back to the streets nigga, make 'em say ughh (Make 'em say ughh)
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| So me and Silkk The Shocker in a black Impala
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| Burnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper
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| No matter what I been through, my bank account got it
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| Fuck them other niggas cause we still bout it bout it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yappin', artist - Master P. Album song Ghetto Bill - The Best Hustler In The Game Volume 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп