featuring Naughty By Nature

[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 don't serve while we slang on the curb

We take it from a fuckin fight to a stage and a mic

If I don't take the limo bitch I'm 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, don't rock, don't break, don't bend, don't fall

Not gon' play, don't fake, don't stop to rest don't 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

That's right, I said it!

I'm the fuckin boxer in your face is where I'm 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

Y'all gon', keep on, gettin the fuck on, bitch get gone!

Y'all 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?

There's No Limit no gimmicks, to the shit I spit

Ain't no magazine you know could count these mics I rip

Comin straight from Jersey, motherfuck