Mystikal - Gangstas Lyrics
(intro [snoop])No limit. soldiers. (ughhhhhhhh!)Dpgc. gangstas. (ha, ha!)Look here, you got three crazy mutha*****asIn the same place at the same time.(yeah, master p.)You know this shit gon be off the hook.(its gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.)For my *****es down south.Southern hospitality.(representin, ya heard me!)[snoop]From the cold, hard streets of the lbcTo a duet with mystikal and master pReal gs ship keys and shoot dice on their kneesAnd put pistols to the mouths, of their enemiesOld country ass nigga with a gold in the frontBe the same mutha*****a that get your ***** ass stompedUnderestimatin hatin got you knocked out coldTryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoeThem south niggas bangin off the shit that we writePunk niggas get killed, straight on sightNo limit aint no gimmickIts tragic you know, so dont be meddlin with my boy and my hoeLay low, hit the floor, Im backYo p, take me to the streets, thats where my heart is atYou make em say ughhhhhhh!I make em say beeyatchTogether we can flip the script and get gripYou got the crack, I got the bud sackMystikal, smack, you got the strapDeep in that gangsta shit on a night like thatYou blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch!Chorus: x 2We bout to jump off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit!We bout to hop off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit!Know what, were bout to jump off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit![mystikal]Got this *****in party poppinYou cappin and army bragginGon keep smugglin in this game shitNiggas aint rappin what you say about gangsta rappinYou get killed forever, my nigga, every dayWhere you get *****ed up nigga, is where you layTime again I tried to tell you, but you aint wanna heard what I sayDamn leather dog bombinDone made a mistakeWe made (something is faded in the background) sound so goodKeep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hoodCause only real gangstas get down and to the bottomWhere yall going, that much, well see right through yaIll out hustle ya, cant put up a fight cause I out muscle yaMy really dont give a ***** attitude got ya feelin uncomfortableI got that there, nigga you aint saying shitIm colder than a brand new pair of stan smithsFresher than a whole box of green altimosBut I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your girbaudsChorus[master p]B-o-u-t we bout itReal gangstas live mutha*****in rowdyAnd where you from is how you comeWhere you be or youre atFool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black fromLong beach to new orleans, from every nigga in the hood to thePenitentiaryTryin to, survive on these streetsSlangin dope cause the kids gotta eatPut it in a car or a plane, grey hound or a trainSixty five when it came, eighty nine when it layIm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted fourTwenty skirt with convertible, *****in poloBring the stylins of your talkI mean real gangstas dont talkFree your mind and refugeeAlive and turn your cheeks like pras beChorus till fade
