[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]