Lyrics

No matter what you do my nigga, it's not gon' be enough You tryin to feed motherfuckers that'll always be hongry You feed the wrong motherfucker they gon' bite you But you know what? If you real then you real If you respect the game niggas gon' respect you But if you fake, niggas gon' play you like a bitch [Chorus: Master P - repeat 4X] This for them thugs on the block tryin to hustle dawg This for them girls in the game, holla break it off [Master P] Most niggas want to pitch and hide I'm so gutter, so gangster when I spit these rhymes I feel like I just did a bid Nigga ten years later I still got these kids Most niggas ain't keepin it real Ghetto Bill showed these clowns how to get these deals Jump off the porch and slang that rock Represent the South then, made that pop And y'all niggas ain't rememberin me? Then, y'all niggas must not be from the streets Cause my shit been in every car and every Jeep From the South to the West to the motherfuckin East I got real gangsters ready to ride I got real killers ready to die All my gangsters throw y'all hands up high And y'all fake niggas run and hide - ya heard me? [Chorus] [Master P] From the 'lliope to the Ville my nigga Keep touchdown on the Benz say they ready for that grill The New No Limit got the block on hot And every thug in the hood screamin "We all we got" Nigga it was a movement when we made it How you not gon' respect what came before you - that's how you gon' play it? I taught the South how to flip them thangs It took a nigga from the West to put y'all up on game It took a nigga from Compton to scream my name When I've been handin shit down since the "Ice Cream Man" Hair nappy and twisted, I'm still thuggin Straight from the hood, they still love it And you boys ain't got to give me props But I done taught you more than yo' pops - ya heard me? The New No Limit man we can't be stopped We brought the Dirty from the bottom to the motherfuckin top [Chorus] - to fade