[Intro]
No matter what you do my ni**a
It`s not gonna be enough
You tryna feed mothaf**kas that always gonna be hungry
If you feed the wrong mothaf**ka they gon` bite you
But you know what, if you`re really are real
And you respect the game, ni**as gon` respect you
But if you`re fake, ni**as 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 ni**as wanna pitch in hight
I`m so gutta so gangsta when I spit these rhymes
I feel like I just did it big
Ni**a ten years later I still got these kids
Most ni**as 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 ni**as aint rememberin` me
Then, y`all ni**as must not be from the streets
`Cause my s**t been in every car and every jeep
From the south to the west, to the mothaf**kin` 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 ni**as run and hide
Ya heard me

[Chorus 3x]

[Verse Two]
From the job to the Ville
My ni**a 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”
Ni**as 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 ni**a from the west and put y`all up on game
And took a ni**a 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 mothaf**kin` top

[Chorus 3x]