[Intro] No matter what you do my nigga It's not gonna be enough You tryna feed mothafuckas that always gonna be hungry If you feed the wrong mothafucka they gon' bite you But you know what, if you're really are real And you respect the game, niggas gon' respect you But if you're fake, niggas gon' play you like a bitch [Chorus 3x] This is for them thugs on block tryna hustle dawg It's for them girls in the game wanna break it off [Verse One] Most niggas wanna pitch in hight I'm so gutta so gangsta when I spit these rhymes I feel like I just did it big Nigga ten years later I still got these kids Most niggas aint keeping it real Ghetto Bill show these clowns how to the get these deals Jump off the (porch) and slang that rock Represent the south then made that pop And y'all niggas aint 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 mothafuckin' east I got real gangstas ready to ride, I got real killas to ready to die All my gangstas throw your hands up high And y'all fake niggas run and hide Ya heard me [Chorus 3x] [Verse Two] From the job to the Ville My nigga keep touchdown on the Benz Sittin' ready for the (?) The new no limit got the block on high And every thug in the hood screaming “We all we got” Niggas wasn't (movement) when we made it How you not gon' respect, (we coming for it that's how u gon' play it?) I talked to Soud how to flip them thangs And took a nigga from the west and put y'all up on game And took a nigga from Compton and scream my name (?) ice cream man Head nappy and twisted I'm still thugin' Straight from the hood they still love it And you boys aint got to give me props But I had taught you more then your pops, ya heard me The new no limit man we can't be stopped We brought the dirty from the bottom to the mothafuckin' top [Chorus 3x]
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