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Treach No Limit
Myst. Naughty!
Treach Da bomb Ill
Myst. Mystikal!
Treach IllTown
Myst. Da Big Eazy.. (oh s**t) HAH!
Chorus: Treach (2X)
Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigg* fk what ya heard
Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb
We take it from a fkin fight to a stage and a mic
If I don't take the limo b*tch I'm pushin a bike
* 2X - last line replaced with YEAYY-YAY! *
Verse One: Mystikal
Us big get p*ssy while songs get cooked
fk rough rhymes get hooked and young minds get shook
Duck, don't rock, don't break, don't bend, don't fall
Not gon' play, don't fake, don't stop to rest don't pause none
Top dough top pro on girls
Chop funk, not gon' b*tch as*
I wring they neck and slap they fkin mouth
I run laps around the Superdome
Breast stroke the whole Mississippi to represent THE fkin SOUTH
That's right, I said it!
I'm the fkin boxer in your face is where I'm headed
Blaow, you gotta whole lot of nerve dissin the.. South
We ridin all the way to Jersey
We gon' keep up, but you keep on, keepin on
Y'all gon', keep on, gettin the fk on, b*tch get gone!
Y'all heard me? Mystikal and Naughty
New Orleans and Jersey!
Chorus
Verse Two: Vinnie
Yo, yo, yo
I heard somebody wantin Naughty to get raw, ha
I dismantle your fkin crew just like Apartheid, nigg* ya heard?
There's No Limit no gimmicks, to the s**t I spit
Ain't no magazine you know could count these mics I rip
Comin straight from Jersey, motherfk all those who curse me
I'm, running through you like Jackie Joyner Kersee
Now, how many comin better than this?
Naughty By Nature puts it down on some veteran s**t
And chins I devour, while fkin at your baby shower
Spittin lyrics on you a hundred miles an hour
Our Zoo got no problems gettin physical
Naughty By Nature down with Mystikal, you girls foul
Chorus
Verse Three: Treach
You get your as* kicked when your only assets is as* bets
You cry quicker than Angela Bassett, cause your cassette
I'll trash it, like potatoes, beets, I'll mash it
Bust dust to dust and turn ashes to ashes in masses
I'm massive mashing b*stards faster
Question bout my pimping tell your b*tch to ask it
Chip-chop like all tops the store stops (it stops here)
Cause I'm raws likes strawberries on shortstops (it comes now)
The Beast from the East, the big future for the pharoah
Diss my crew, do some spine travel on gravel
Some fuhrilla s**t, go and, peel your s**t
I want my, scrilla quick, on some gorilla s**t
Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it, gon' feel it
IllTown, divine mill it, No Limit, fk the spillage some
hear my s**t and go and switch they style
While I get down and wild with Mystikal
Chorus
