[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]