Yappin Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

[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 niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz 

[Chorus: Halleluyah] 

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 f**k out 

Knocked the f**k out, knocked the f**k out 

Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f**k 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 f**k out 

Knocked the f**k out, knocked the f**k out 

Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f**k out 

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[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 ass twisted niggaz 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 we act 

See, you and your click don't wanna face me nigga 

I'll detroit indiana f**kin 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 f**k 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 

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[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**k 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**k 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 motherf**ker, 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 niggaz 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 

F**k them other niggaz cause we still bout it bout it 

[Chorus]