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No Limit
(Ugh)
DPGC,
(Ha, ha)
here, you got three crazy muthafuckas

In the same place at the time
(Yeah, P.)
You know this shit gon' be off the
(It's gon' be the shit you ever heard)
For my bitches south, southern hospitality
(Representin', ya me)

From the cold, hard of the LBC
To a duet with Mystikal and P
Real G's ship and shoot dice on their knees
And put to the mouths of their enemies
Old country ass nigga a gold in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get bitch ass stomped

hatin' got you knocked out cold
Tryin' to play my boy over, you was your hoe
Them South bangin' off the shit that we write
Punk get killed, straight on sight
No Limit ain't no gimmick, tragic you know
So be meddlin' with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, I'm

Yo P, take me to the streets, that's my heart is at
You make 'em say ugh, I 'em say beeyatch
Together we can the script and get grip
You got the crack, I got the bud
Mystikal, smack, you got the
in that gangsta shit on a night like that
You blast me, I blast you back,

We to jump off with some gangsta shit
shit
We to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with gangsta shit
Gangsta

We 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off with some shit
Gangsta
Know what, we're 'bout to off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta

Got this fuckin' poppin'
You and army braggin'
Gon' keep smugglin' in game shit
ain't rappin' what you say about gangsta rappin'
You get killed forever, my nigga, day
Where you get up nigga is where you lay
Time I tried to tell you

But you ain't heard what I say
Damn leather dog bombin', made a mistake
We sound so good
([Unverified])
Keep that gangsta shit up and down your hood
'Cuz only real gangstas get down and to the
Where y'all going, that much, see right through ya

I'll out hustle ya, put up a fight 'cuz I out muscle ya
My really don't a fuck, attitude got ya feelin' uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you ain't saying
I'm colder a brand new pair of Stan Smiths
Fresher a whole box of green Altimos
But I got to blow head off
And put holes in your Girbauds

We 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off some gangsta shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some shit
Gangsta

B O U T we it
Real live muthafuckin' rowdy
And you from is how you come
you be or you're at
Fool, watch back for these gangstas in that black from
Beach to New Orleans
From every nigga in the hood to the
to survive on these streets

Slangin' dope 'cuz the kids eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Hound or a train
Sixty five it came, eighty nine when it lay
I'm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted
Twenty skirt convertible, fuckin' polo
Bring the stylins of your talk, I real gangstas don't talk
Free your and refugee
Alive and turn your like Pras be

We to jump off with some gangsta shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off some gangsta shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some gangsta
Gangsta

We 'bout to off with some gangsta shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off with some shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some shit
shit

We 'bout to jump off with some gangsta
Gangsta
We 'bout to hop off some gangsta shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta
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