*sounds of an automatic being fired, then a single gunshot*



[Master P]

Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh

Master P and Treach, nigga

It's all family baby

Get them Naughty boys, I got the No Limit Soldiers

And when we posse up, these niggaz gon' pay us



Chorus: Phiness, (Mystikal)



I thought I told you, have my mo-ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?)

You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?)

We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride

(Where they at? Let's GET EM!)

Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)

(Where they at? Let's GET EM!)



[Vinnie]

With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face

in the place for anybody not payin-on-time

Rather be up in a six foot cell

before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine

And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this

I know niggaz are so scandalous

The ones I bust I'ma show em nuff ? on how many people

thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit

I thought somebody told you, BOY

Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys

You're fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars

Sixteen car man entourage

And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist

Styles I flips retarded

Family who can handle this

From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles



Chorus



[Treach]

Hear the tale, of the n'Illtown O.G., better know me

Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells

and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me

and down to scrap, raise em from that

True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches

that'll blaze them butts, don't play for fuck

Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's jackin

with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)

You backed out, I fuckin WITNESSED it

And have partners have to split shit with

(Nah, pay me now, bust it)

At sundown see I went on work

I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat

Watch a thug rock, slugs pop

With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots

He better pay me like he postin bail

or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail



Chorus



[Mystikal]

Don't look now, but I'M BACK!!

Now give me all my props again

I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!!

We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature

It's Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and 'nem

No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!!

Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!

No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin

I'm grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak

I'ma gon' get me started WRASSLIN!!

Turnin and tusslin

Clutchin and musclin

I saw myself the demons when I'm BUSTIN THEM

If you wanna live you wouldn't FUCK WITH THEM

Don't FUCK WITH THEM



[Silkk the Shocker]

Ha hah, don't fuck with them, look

Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough

Feature Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow

Don't floss, if it ain't yours

See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores.."

Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours

Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors

Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat

Bitch I'm made now, I can't even much touch no mo'

Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines

Say y'know a nigga like me, you're lyin bitch

cause I'm like one of a kind

From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?

I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird

.. So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown

.. Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem

.. We gonna get y'all!



Chorus