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