Yappin' - Master P

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