Master P - Represent (feat. Silkk the Shocker) lyrics

[Master P *talking*] (oh ooh) don't be scared Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh) ... til I D-I-E C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh) [Master P] Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh) We gon get this b**h crunked and we gon tear the club up Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh) We got this b**h crunked and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give f**k n***a, he don't give a f**k n***a She don't give a f**k, we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a f**k n***a, they don't give a f**k n***a We don't give a f**k and we gon tear the club up [Master P] I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer Say I grew up to be a k**er, like my daddy Percy Miller Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed me C-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these n***as wanna see him hurt So f**k y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers So represent yo hood, we back on the grind We gon get this b**h crunked like it's 1999 So holla at me, whody, he's the one who b's Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police Than pa** me the gumble, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the flo I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes +Get Low+ And make them thugs say f**k y'all, ain't we gon touch y'all I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'all Grab it - than take me to the booth Tell the DJ to play this 'cause he f**king with my lout [Chorus] Man - I don't give a f**k (oh ooh) We don't give a f**k (oh ooh) They don't give a f**k and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a f**k (oh ooh) We don't give a f**k (oh ooh) They don't give a f**k and we gon tear the club up Fake n***as (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this b**h (ughh) and we gone tear the club up Fake n***as (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this b**h (ughh) and we gone tear the club up [Master P] So duck down, n***a, y'all ready be ready Me and Silkk come to this b**h, like Jason and Freddy Look at what y'all did, I was trying to be good Y'all made me leave the hills and come back to the woods I'ma blaze like Derreck Anderson, turn green like a hawk Wild out in the club and make a n***a pop that crunk I'm a No Limit Soldier, the party is in the crew They may take my gold tooth but they can't f**k with my tattoos I got a good heart, some bad friends, thats why we grap ten But a n***a ain't scared to die, do life in the pen Real n***as don't change when they hit the f**king block n***a, free C-Murder, come back so I got ya I'ma ride with my n***as, I'ma die with my n***as I ain't roll I light em, so I'ma get high with my n***as And my cousin came home from jail, man, that boy say he changed He a motherf**king liar, heard he rollin with the Feds [Chorus] Man - I don't give a f**k (oh ooh) We don't give a f**k (oh ooh) They don't give a f**k and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a f**k (oh ooh) We don't give a f**k (oh ooh) They don't give a f**k and we gon tear the club up Fake n***as (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this b**h (ughh) and we gone tear the club up Fake n***as (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this b**h and we gone tear the club up [Silkk] Say you, whody, naw n***a I ain't talk on rap Bring it to ya crip, let him live let him talk about that I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em I got the game all twisted, n***a, lets twist it back for ya They label me a gangsta, thats how I was, thats how I will be And it's simple, I can't let no b**h n***a k** me For real, P - Fo real we Live a hell of a life-style but we still creep Got a couple n***as go, but we still deep Now I got a movie for y'all n***as, who like to act I'm great with my hands, I'm like Roy Jones with a gat I'm real a - great hussler, I'm a hyke with rap (Master P: n***a, we going triple platinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that Been in the east and the west, laid back with the players (...) and P.Miller jump off all type of flavours You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters I got a lot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em later Now I just - gotta be real with it, left the project but I still visit F**k rappers that wanna f**k with my cousin, he still can get it So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off Four I gotta keep the middle, now tell em "f**k you" And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started [Chorus] Man - I don't give a f**k (oh ooh) We don't give a f**k (oh ooh) They don't give a f**k and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a f**k (oh ooh) We don't give a f**k (oh ooh) They don't give a f**k and we gon tear the club up Fake n***as (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this b**h and we gone tear the club up Fake n***as (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this b**h and we gone tear the club up