Master P feat. Young Buck Yappin' Lyrics

[Intro: 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 n____z gon expose these fake n____z

[Chorus: Halleluyah]
Don't make me put my hands on you n____, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f___ out
Knocked the f___ out, knocked the f___ out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f___ out
Don't make me put my hands on you n____, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f___ out
Knocked the f___ out, knocked the f___ out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f___ out

[Master P]
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck
Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up
I see you fake a__ twisted n____z straight to the side
and can't even look a real n____ straight in the eye
Screamin "Bust a n____ head" but real killers don't talk
You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act
See, you and your click don't wanna face me n____
I'll detroit indiana f___in pace ya n____
Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyote
Show you what Shaq shoulda did to Kobe
Slap him in his mouth, n____ f___ Jerry Buss
That fool still talkin, beat his b____ a__ up
You a rookie under me so respect your elders
Get a country a__ 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

[Chorus]

[Master P]
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, f___ 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 f___ 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 n____ in the club
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz
See, I'm a fool n____, break the rules n____
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you n____
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 m_________er, you ain't me boy

[Chorus]

[Young Buck + (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 n____z 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 s___
The whole club pumping they fist but here we go
It's No Limit up in here, b____ you got d___ right (b____ you got d___ 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 n____, 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
f___ them other n____z cause we still bout it bout it