[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 all those who curse me
  I'm, running through you niggaz like Jackie Joyner Kersee
  Now, how many niggaz comin better than this?
  Naughty By Nature puts it down on some veteran shit
  And chins I devour, while fuckin at your baby shower
  Spittin lyrics on you a hundred miles an hour
  Our Zoo got no problems gettin physical
  Naughty By Nature down with Mystikal, you bitches foul
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Treach]
    You get your ass kicked when your only assets is ass bets
  You cry quicker than Angela Bassett, cause your cassette
  I'll trash it, like potatoes, beets, I'll mash it
  Bust dust to dust and turn ashes to ashes in masses
  I'm massive mashing bastards faster
  Question bout my pimping tell your bitch to ask it
  Chip-chop like all tops the store stops (it stops here)
  Cause I'm raws likes strawberries on shortstops (it comes now)
  The Beast from the East, the big future for the pharoah
  Diss my crew, do some spine travel on gravel
  Some fuhrilla shit, go and, peel your shit
  I want my, scrilla quick, on some gorilla shit
  Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it, gon' feel it
  IllTown, divine mill it, No Limit, fuck the spillage some
  hear my shit and go and switch they style
  While I get down and wild with Mystikal
    [Chorus]