[Intro: Master P]
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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 LIMIT)
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Cause niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz
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[Chorus: Halleluyah]
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Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma 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'ma 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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[Master P]
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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 niggaz 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 we act
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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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[Chorus]
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[Master P]
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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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[Chorus]
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[Young Buck + (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 niggaz 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 niggaz cause we still bout it bout it
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[Chorus]
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Yappin'
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Master P |