vida Pero lo rechazaste Y fue por otro amor Hay limite en la vida Como in todos los cosas Y por vivir tan recio Me alejare de ti Hay limite en la
to my man Mel Smith My man Don Cee San in' the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama screaming that, "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit
Na stash this heat for all y'all asses My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular We 5-7 droppin' ya It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia
up,Mini me nigga wannabe somebody alse,RappinA'like Tupac, canA't be yaself thatA'll get you shot ,better be somebody else,Everybody on No Limit sounds
I'm from or get lifted and stunned Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the fall guy Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise Sky's the limit, nuttin' less
a gansta, unless you down to ride (silkk the shocker), made man, (gc), wise guys x2 Silkk the shocker: I'm in to win it, sky's the limit, nigga I ball
my enemies, they takin' the pain Now you can do what you wanna but y'all don't wanna start Fuck, these no limit soldiers 'cuz y'all don't wanna go to war No limit
[big ed] Chorus We some mob niggas Bust your ass out your hilfigers No limit mercenary killers We some thug niggas We some tru niggas What you wanna do
(c-murder) Ha ha, what they say mia, (sillk) Drug dealers (c-murder) Talkin' bout no limit sellin' dope, they got ki's all over tha country Cia, fedz,
you bakin' Bitch I'm a runnin' all through you, you's a PT nigga 'Cause we run with true niggas, all about them dollar figures Ready to take the war, mafia
fuck you thunk it was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug Too fucken numb to feel the buzz Yall niggas know the image No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits
I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit get my feelings
, every nigga in the penitentiary Nigga, this busta muthafuckin' free This for all the real niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me? No limit style, told y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit
'm pressed to get it rather do the killin than the stick up jooks rather count a million while you eat my pussy-pushme to the limit get my feelings in
im simply playin with a harmful brain ill kick off my shoes and relax my feet then put on some sounds. smoke on a pound listin to a three six mafia beat
tune up its 91 Master P soon to come up bodies and large lessons talk you step to the P you come up short the no limit mafia is out robbing jack your
ocean subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion my dj g scratch gives him a hit but the cops cant catch P cause im legit the no limit mafia, is on the
Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house, whats up Michelle Ray, whats up boo? Verse One: Sick of mama screaming that a??Get a job, niggaa?? Pressed to the limit
