Mystikal

[Treach] No Limit
[Myst.] Naughty!
[Treach] Da bomb Ill
[Myst.] Mystikal!
[Treach] IllTown
[Myst.] Da Big Eazy.. (oh shit) HAH!
[Chorus: Treach 2X]
Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what ya heard
Your talk words dont serve while we slang on the curb
We take it from a fuckin fight to a stage and a mic
If I dont take the limo bitch Im pushin a bike
[ 2X - last line replaced with YEAYY-YAY! ]
[Verse One: Mystikal]
Us big niggaz get pussy while songs get cooked
Fuck rough rhymes get hooked and young minds get shook
Duck, dont rock, dont break, dont bend, dont fall
Not gon play, dont fake, dont stop to rest dont pause none
Top dough top pro on bitches
Chop funk, not gon bitch ass niggaz
I wring they neck and slap they fuckin mouth
I run laps around the Superdome
Breast stroke the whole Mississippi to represent THE FUCKIN SOUTH
Thats right, I said it!
Im the fuckin boxer in your face is where Im 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
Yall gon, keep on, gettin the fuck on, bitch get gone!
Yall 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 fuckin crew just like Apartheid, nigga ya heard?
Theres No Limit no gimmicks, to the shit I spit
Aint no magazine you know could count these mics I rip
Comin straight from Jersey, motherfuck all those who curse me
Im, running through you niggaz like Jackie Joyner Kersee
Now, how many niggaz comin better than this?
Naughty By Nature puts it down on some veteran shit
And chins I devour, while fuckin 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 bitches foul
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Treach]
You get your ass kicked when your only assets is ass bets
You cry quicker than Angela Bassett, cause your cassette
Ill trash it, like potatoes, beets, Ill mash it
Bust dust to dust and turn ashes to ashes in masses
Im massive mashing bastards faster
Question bout my pimping tell your bitch to ask it
Chip-chop like all tops the store stops (it stops here)
Cause Im 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 shit, go and, peel your shit
I want my, scrilla quick, on some gorilla shit
Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it, gon feel it
IllTown, divine mill it, No Limit, fuck the spillage some
hear my shit and go and switch they style
While I get down and wild with Mystikal
[Chorus]
[ Dirty South, Dirty Jerz Lyrics ]