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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got this fuckin' poppin'
You and army braggin'
Gon' keep smugglin' in this shit
Niggas ain't rappin' what you say about rappin'
You get forever, my nigga, every day
Where you get fucked up nigga is you lay
again I tried to tell you

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

I'll out ya, can't put up a fight 'cuz I out muscle ya
My really don't give a fuck, attitude got ya uncomfortable
I got there, nigga you ain't saying shit
I'm colder than a brand new pair of Smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green
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 with some shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off some gangsta shit
Gangsta

B O U T we it
Real gangstas live muthafuckin'
And where you from is how you
you be or you're at
Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that from
Long to New Orleans
From nigga in the hood to the penitentiary
Tryin' to survive on 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, painted four
Twenty with 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 'bout to jump off with some shit
Gangsta
We to hop off with some gangsta shit
shit
Know what, we're 'bout to jump off with some gangsta
Gangsta

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

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