Gangstas Lyrics by Mystikal

Gangstas Lyrics

    (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.
    (it's 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 g's 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 ain't no gimmick
    It's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my hoe
    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 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, we're 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 ain't 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 ain't 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 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 fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable
    I got that there, nigga you ain't saying shit
    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

    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 you're 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
    I'm 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 don't talk
    Free your mind and refugee
    Alive and turn your cheeks like pras be

    Chorus till fade

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