Halleluyah - Yappin' lyrics

[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 n***as gon expose these fake n***as [Hook: Halleluyah] Don't make me put my hands on you n***a, I'mma show you what I'm bout Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f** out Knocked the f** out, knocked the f** out Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f** out Don't make me put my hands on you n***a, I'mma show you what I'm bout Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f** out Knocked the f** out, knocked the f** out Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the f** out [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 a** twisted n***as straight to the side And can't even look a real n***a straight in the eye Screamin "Bust a n***a head" but real k**ers don't talk You could tell a real gangster how he act and how he walk See, you and your click don't wanna face me n***a I'll detroit indiana f**in pace ya n***a Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyote Show you what Shaq shoulda did to Kobe Slap him in his mouth, n***a f** Jerry Buss That fool still talkin, beat his b**h a** up You a rookie under me so respect your elders Get a country a** 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 [Hook] [Master P] You can't live in a gla**house and try and throw stones I'm a New No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm See you puh puh poolay, f** 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** 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 n***a in the club When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz See, I'm a fool n***a, break the rules n***a I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you n***a 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**er, you ain't me boy [Hook] [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 n***as 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 sh** The whole club pumping they fist but here we go It's No Limit up in here, b**h you got damn right (b**h 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 n***a, 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** them other n***as cause we still bout it bout it [Hook]