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Intro
No matter what you do my nigg*
Its not gonna be enough
You tryna feed mothafkas that always gonna be hungry
If you feed the wrong mothafka they gon bite you
But you know what, if youre really are real
And you respect the game, gon respect you
But if youre fake, gon play you like a b*tch
Chorus 3x
This is for them thugs on block tryna hustle dawg
Its for them girls in the game wanna break it off
Verse One
Most wanna pitch in hight
Im so gutta so gangsta when I spit these rhymes
I feel like I just did it big
nigg* ten years later I still got these kids
Most 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 yall aint rememberin me
Then, yall must not be from the streets
Cause my s**t been in every car and every jeep
From the south to the west, to the mothafkin 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 yall fake run and hide
Ya heard me
Chorus 3x
Verse Two
From the job to the Ville
My nigg* 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
wasnt (movement) when we made it
How you not gon respect, (we coming for it thats how u gon play it?)
I talked to Soud how to flip them thangs
And took a nigg* from the west and put yall up on game
And took a nigg* from Compton and scream my name
i been lay'n this s**t down sence ice cream man
Head nappy and twisted Im 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 cant be stopped
We brought the dirty from the bottom to the mothafkin top
Chorus 3x