[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]