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

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

From the cold, hard 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 of their enemies
Old country ass with a gold in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get bitch ass stomped

Underestimatin' 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, it's you know
So don't be with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, I'm

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

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

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

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

But you ain't wanna heard I say
leather dog bombin', done made a mistake
We made sound so
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that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood
'Cuz only real gangstas get down and to the
Where y'all going, much, we'll see right through ya

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

We 'bout to off with some gangsta shit
shit
We 'bout to hop off with some gangsta
shit
Know what, 'bout to jump off with some gangsta 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 your for these gangstas in that black from
Beach to New Orleans
From every nigga in the hood to the
Tryin' to survive on streets

Slangin' 'cuz the kids gotta 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 four
skirt with convertible, fuckin' polo
Bring the stylins of your talk, I real gangstas don't talk
your mind and refugee
Alive and turn your cheeks Pras be

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

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

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