Gangstas - Mystikal

Featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg Master P
No Limit Soldiers
Ughhhhhhhh
DPGC Gangstas
Ha ha
Look here you got three crazy muthaf**kas
In the same place at the same time
Yeah Master P
You know this s**t gon be off the hook
It's gon be the wildest s**t you ever heard
For my b***hes down south
Southern hospitality
Representin ya heard me
From the cold hard streets of the LBC
To a duet with Mystikal and Master P
Real G's ship keys and shoot dice on their knees
And put pistols to the mouths of their enemies
Old country a*s n***a with a gold in the front
Be the same muthaf**ka that get your b***h a*s stomped
Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold
Tryin to play my boy over you was with your h*e
Them South n***as bangin off the s**t that we write
Punk n***as get killed straight on sight
No Limit ain't no gimmick
It's tragic you know so don't be meddlin with my boy and my h*e
Lay low hit the floor I'm back
Yo P take me to the streets that's where my heart is at
You make em say Ughhhhhhh
I make em say beeyatch
Together we can flip the script and get grip
You got the crack I got the bud sack
Mystikal smack you got the strap
Deep in that gangsta s**t on a night like that
You blast me I blast you back beeyatch
Chorus：X 2
We bout to jump off with some gangsta s**t
Gangsta s**t
We bout to hop off with some gangsta s**t
Gangsta s**t
Know what we're bout to jump off with some gangsta s**t
Gangsta s**t
Got this f**kin party poppin
You cappin and army braggin
Gon keep smugglin in this game s**t
"N***as ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin
You get killed forever my n***a every day
Where you get f**ked up n***a is where you lay
Time again I tried to tell you but you ain't wanna heard what I say
D**n leather dog bombin
Done made a mistake
We made
Something is faded in the background
Sound so good
Keep that gangsta s**t banging up and down your hood
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where y'all going that much we'll see right through ya
I'll out hustle ya can't put up a fight cause I out muscle ya
My really don't give a f**k attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable
I got that there n***a you ain't saying s**t
I'm colder than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green Altimos
But I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds
B O U T we bout it
Real gangstas live muthaf**kin rowdy
And where you from is how you come
Where you be or you're at
Fool watch your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long Beach to New Orleans from every n***a in the hood to the
Penitentiary
Tryin to survive on these streets
Slangin d**e cause the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane Grey Hound or a train
Sixty five when it came eighty nine when it lay
I'm in love with miss mo mo candy painted four
Twenty skirt with convertible f**kin polo
Bring the stylins of your talk
I mean real gangstas don't talk
Free your mind and refugee
Alive and turn your cheeks like Pras be
Chorus till fade