[Intro: Master P]Man you need to cut all that woofin outEither you from the hood or you ain't from the hoodBut if you ain't from the hood,Don't be actin like you from the hood (New no limit)Cause ni***z gon expose these fake ni***z[Chorus: Halleluyah]Don't make me put my hands on youN***a, I'ma show you what I'm boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f**k outKnocked the f**k out, knocked the f**k outKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f**k outDon't make me put my hands on you n***a, I'ma show you what I'm boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f**k outKnocked the f**k out, knocked the f**k outKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f**k out[Master P]Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duckQuick to holla what's up when a thug pull upI see you fake a** twisted ni***z straight to the sideAnd can't even look a real n***a straight in the eyeScreamin "Bust a nigga head" but real killers don't talkYou could tell a real gangster how he act and how we actSee, you and your click don't wanna face me n***aI'll detroit indiana fuckin pace ya n***aCause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyoteShow you what Shaq shoulda did to KobeSlap him in his mouth, n***a f**k Jerry BussThat fool still talkin, beat his b***h a** upYou a rookie under me so respect your eldersGet a country a** whoopin tryin to be rebelousThe New No Limit, we ain't scared to go to warHave you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car[Chorus:][Master P]You can't live in a glasshouse and try and throw stonesI'm a New No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my armSee you puh puh poolay, f**k what you sayWe get to stomping like soldiers in Peru BayReal thugs get it crunk in the clubYou don't give a f**k then throw your hood upI got a couple screws missing, they say I talk in my sleepI'm addicted to money and weed but I love the freaksYou don't wanna run up on a n***a in the clubWhen I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzzSee, I'm a fool n***a, break the rules n***aI came to party, you wanna get stomped, that's on you n***aSee, I'm a beast boy, I'm from the streets boyYou could knuckle up but Drumma got that heat boyI mean the feet boy, I'm Pistol Pete boyStop screamin m**********are, you ain't me boy[Chorus:][Young Buck + (Master P)](Where you at Buck?)We got the weed spot poppin and the dice game crackinGot some hustlers with some birds and some young ni***z jackinThis the hood baby, white t-shirts and the khakisStomp stompin in my G-Units still Cadillac'nP, you know I been waiting to push a line with you dawgP, uou know I been waiting to use this nine with you dawgI'm on the grey goose, Huey Lewis Black Panther s**tThe whole club pumping they fist but here we goIt's No Limit up in here, b***h you got damn right(b***h you got damn right)We gonna act like C-Murder just got out of jail tonightOh, we came to start a fight, break 'em off something roughTake it back to the streets n***a, 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 chopperNo matter what I been through, my bank account got itF**k them other ni***z cause we still bout it bout it[Chorus:]
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