| 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 niggas gon expose these fake niggas
|
| Don’t make me put my hands on you nigga, I’mma 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’mma 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
|
| 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 niggas 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 he walk
|
| 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
|
| 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
|
| + (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 niggas 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 niggas cause we still bout it bout it |