Respect My Game

No matter what you do my nigga, it's not gon' be enough

You tryin to feed motherfuckers that'll always be hongry

You feed the wrong motherfucker they gon' bite you

But you know what?  If you real then you real

If you respect the game niggas gon' respect you

But if you fake, niggas gon' play you like a bitch

[Chorus: Master P - repeat 4X]

This for them thugs on the block tryin to hustle dawg

This for them girls in the game, holla break it off

[Master P]

Most niggas want to pitch and hide

I'm so gutter, so gangster when I spit these rhymes

I feel like I just did a bid

Nigga ten years later I still got these kids

Most niggas ain't keepin it real

Ghetto Bill showed these clowns how to get these deals

Jump off the porch and slang that rock

Represent the South then, made that pop

And y'all niggas ain't 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 motherfuckin East

I got real gangsters ready to ride

I got real killers ready to die

All my gangsters throw y'all hands up high

And y'all fake niggas run and hide - ya heard me?

[Chorus]

[Master P]

From the 'lliope to the Ville my nigga

Keep touchdown on the Benz say they ready for that grill

The New No Limit got the block on hot

And every thug in the hood screamin "We all we got"

Nigga it was a movement when we made it

How you not gon' respect what came before you

- that's how you gon' play it?

I taught the South how to flip them thangs

It took a nigga from the West to put y'all up on game

It took a nigga from Compton to scream my name

When I've been handin shit down since the "Ice Cream Man"

Hair nappy and twisted, I'm still thuggin

Straight from the hood, they still love it

And you boys ain't got to give me props

But I done taught you more than yo' pops - ya heard me?

The New No Limit man we can't be stopped

We brought the Dirty from the bottom to the motherfuckin top

[Chorus] - to fade