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Young Buck - 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 niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz 
[Chorus: Halleluyah]Don't make me put my hands on you 
Nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout 
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out 
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out 
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out 
Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout 
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out 
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out 
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out 
[Master P]Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck 
Quick to holla what's up when a thug pull up 
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the side 
And can't even look a real nigga straight in the eye 
Screamin "Bust a nigga head" but real killers don't talk 
You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act 
See, you and your click don't wanna face me nigga 
I'll detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga 
Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyote 
Show you what Shaq shoulda did to Kobe 
Slap him in his mouth, nigga fuck Jerry Buss 
That fool still talkin, beat his bitch ass up 
You a rookie under me so respect your elders 
Get a country ass 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 
[Chorus] 
[Master P]You can't live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones 
I'm a New No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm Young Buck - Yappin - http://motolyrics.com/young-buck/yappin-lyrics.html
See you puh puh poolay, fuck 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 fuck 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 nigga in the club 
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz 
See, I'm a fool nigga, break the rules nigga 
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, that's on you nigga 
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 motherfucker, you ain't me boy 
[Chorus] 
[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 niggaz 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 shit 
The whole club pumping they fist but here we go 
It's No Limit up in here, bitch you got damn right 
(Bitch 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 nigga, 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 
Fuck them other niggaz cause we still bout it bout it 
[Chorus]








