No matter what you do my nigga
It is not gonna be enough
You tryna feed mothafuckas that always gonna be hungry
If you feed the wrong motherfucker they gon bite you
But you know what, if you are really are real
And you respect the game, niggas gon respect you
But if you are fake, niggas gon play you like a bitch
This is for them thugs on the block tryna hustle dog
It is for them girls in the game wanna break it off
Most niggas wanna pitch in high
I am so gutter so gangster when I spit these rhymes
I feel like I just did it big
Nigga ten years later I still got these kids
Most niggas ain’t 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 niggas ain’t remembering me
Then, yall 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 motherfucking east
I got real gangsters ready to ride, I got real killers to ready to die
All my gangsters throw your hands up high
And yall fake niggas run and hide
You heard me
From the job to the Ville
My nigga keep touchdown on the Benz
Sitting ready for the real
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 is how u gon play it?)
I talked to Soud how to flip them things
And took a nigga from the west and put yall up on game
And took a nigga from Compton and scream my name
(?) ice cream man
Head nappy and twisted I am still thuging Straight from the hood they still love it
And you boys ain’t got to give me props
But I had taught you more then your pops, you heard me
The new no limit man we can’t be stopped
We brought the dirty from the bottom to the motherfucking top