Master P

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  • Master P Respect My Game Lyrics

           

    [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]

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