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Song title: Mystikal - Gangstas

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(intro [snoop])
No limit. soldiers. (ughhhhhhhh!)
Dpgc. gangstas. (ha, ha!)
Look here, you got three crazy muthafuckas
In 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 bitches down south.
Southern hospitality.
(representin, ya heard me!)

[snoop]
From the cold, hard streets of the lbc
To a duet with mystikal and master p
Real gs ship keys and shoot dice on their knees
And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies
Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped
Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold
Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe
Them south niggas bangin off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight
No limit aint no gimmick
Its tragic you know, so dont be meddlin with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, Im back
Yo p, take me to the streets, thats 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 shit on a night like that
You blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch!

Chorus: x 2
We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
Know what, were bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!

[mystikal]
Got this fuckin party poppin
You cappin and army braggin
Gon keep smugglin in this game shit
Niggas aint rappin what you say about gangsta rappin
You get killed forever, my nigga, every day
Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay
Time again I tried to tell you, but you aint wanna heard what I say
Damn leather dog bombin
Done made a mistake
We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good
Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where yall going, that much, well see right through ya
Ill out hustle ya, cant put up a fight cause I out muscle ya
My really dont give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you aint saying shit
Im 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

Chorus

[master p]
B-o-u-t we bout it
Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy
And where you from is how you come
Where you be or youre at
Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long beach to new orleans, from every nigga in the hood to the
Penitentiary
Tryin to, survive on these streets
Slangin dope 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
Im in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four
Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo
Bring the stylins of your talk
I mean real gangstas dont talk
Free your mind and refugee
Alive and turn your cheeks like pras be

Chorus till fade