Respect My Game Master P

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?