No Limit Niggas Songtext

They call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherfucking back

Ever since I started rapping all my real ass niggas come and follow my lead

Got my balls and my word nigga ask Young Bleed

We come do a show in your motherfucking city

They call me the baddest cause No Limit act shitty

Beats By The Pound make them ignant ass beats

When a nigga like me bring the shit to the streets

Because the ghetto is my home nigga I'm ghetto raised

I'm unpredictable ask the nigga with the braids

My motherfucking music be jumping out of record stores
Nigga where's your proof motherfucker check billboards

To all my tank dogs that's bout it

Then throw off your set and get this motherfucker rowdy



Chorus

We be No Limit niggas and we bout it

We come to a club and get the motherfucker rowdy x2



[Kane & Abel]

6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this bitch

Hit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this bitch

I got the crowd jumping gangstafied shit pumping

Tell that bitch and that hoe I'm trying to do something

I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club

Don't give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud

Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love

I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs

TRU niggas smoke dank all the way to the bank

All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank

Kane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a fuck

We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherfucker rowdy



Chorus x2



[Fiend]

I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs

Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does

For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud

Ebonic you speaking in the club uh nigga what

Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it

With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot

I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever lived

You ain't seen nothing wait till I'm full of that shit

Take a pull of that shit

And you can meet the pieces





My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases

Lyrical adhesives making these niggas meet Jesus

I guess we just got them to pieces like greases

To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing

My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding

It's believing get you tore up by my shotty

Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy



Chorus x3



[C-Murder talking]

Yeah another example of that gangsta shit

C-Murder in this bitch Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend

Shit just another motherfucking day another dollar

Get it right cause we bout it peace