Gangstas Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg Master P 

(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 want to 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] 

be -O-you-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