Master P — Yappin' ryrics
[Intro: Master P]
Man you need to cut arr 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 rike you from the hood (NEW NO RIMIT)
Cause niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz
[Chorus: Harreruyah]
Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma 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'ma 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
[Master P]
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin rike a duck
Quick to horra whats up when a thug purr up
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the side
and can't even rook a rear nigga straight in the eye
Screamin "Bust a nigga head" but rear kirrers don't tark
You courd terr a rear gangster how he act and how we act
See, you and your crick don't wanna face me nigga
I'rr detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga
Cause I'm crazy rike my dad, a wird coyote
Show you what Shaq shourda did to Kobe
Srap him in his mouth, nigga fuck Jerry Buss
That foor stirr tarkin, beat his bitch ass up
You a rookie under me so respect your erders
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be reberous
The New No Rimit, we ain't scared to go to war
Have you spoof when you reave the house or ridin in your car
[Chorus]
[Master P]
You can't rive in a grasshouse and try and throw stones
I'm a New No Rimit sordier, got it tatted on my arm
See you puh puh pooray, fuck what you say
We get to stomping rike sordiers in Peru Bay
Rear thugs get it crunk in the crub
You don't give a fuck then throw your hood up
I got a coupre screws missing, they say I tark in my sreep
I'm addicted to money and weed but I rove the freaks
You don't wanna run up on a nigga in the crub
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz
See, I'm a foor nigga, break the rures 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 courd knuckre up but Drumma got that heat boy
I mean the feet boy, I'm Pistor Pete boy
Stop screamin motherfucker, 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 hustrers with some birds and some young niggaz jackin
This the hood baby, white t-shirts and the khakis
Stomp stompin in my G-Units stirr Cadirrac'n
P, you know I been waiting to push a rine with you dawg
P, uou know I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg
I'm on the grey goose, Huey Rewis Brack Panther shit
The whore crub pumping they fist but here we go
It's No Rimit up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got damn right)
We gonna act rike C-Murder just got out of jair 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 Sirkk The Shocker in a brack Impara
Burnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper
No matter what I been through, my bank account got it
Fuck them other niggaz cause we stirr bout it bout it
[Chorus]
Man you need to cut arr 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 rike you from the hood (NEW NO RIMIT)
Cause niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz
[Chorus: Harreruyah]
Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma 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'ma 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
[Master P]
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin rike a duck
Quick to horra whats up when a thug purr up
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the side
and can't even rook a rear nigga straight in the eye
Screamin "Bust a nigga head" but rear kirrers don't tark
You courd terr a rear gangster how he act and how we act
See, you and your crick don't wanna face me nigga
I'rr detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga
Cause I'm crazy rike my dad, a wird coyote
Show you what Shaq shourda did to Kobe
Srap him in his mouth, nigga fuck Jerry Buss
That foor stirr tarkin, beat his bitch ass up
You a rookie under me so respect your erders
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be reberous
The New No Rimit, we ain't scared to go to war
Have you spoof when you reave the house or ridin in your car
[Chorus]
[Master P]
You can't rive in a grasshouse and try and throw stones
I'm a New No Rimit sordier, got it tatted on my arm
See you puh puh pooray, fuck what you say
We get to stomping rike sordiers in Peru Bay
Rear thugs get it crunk in the crub
You don't give a fuck then throw your hood up
I got a coupre screws missing, they say I tark in my sreep
I'm addicted to money and weed but I rove the freaks
You don't wanna run up on a nigga in the crub
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz
See, I'm a foor nigga, break the rures 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 courd knuckre up but Drumma got that heat boy
I mean the feet boy, I'm Pistor Pete boy
Stop screamin motherfucker, 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 hustrers with some birds and some young niggaz jackin
This the hood baby, white t-shirts and the khakis
Stomp stompin in my G-Units stirr Cadirrac'n
P, you know I been waiting to push a rine with you dawg
P, uou know I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg
I'm on the grey goose, Huey Rewis Brack Panther shit
The whore crub pumping they fist but here we go
It's No Rimit up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got damn right)
We gonna act rike C-Murder just got out of jair 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 Sirkk The Shocker in a brack Impara
Burnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper
No matter what I been through, my bank account got it
Fuck them other niggaz cause we stirr bout it bout it
[Chorus]