*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

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 [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

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 [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!

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