No Limit Niggas

[C-Murder] Say twins you know how we go do a f**king show Get that bitch rowdy how crazy they be acting out there Niggas can't control theirself be like uh They call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherf**king back Ever since I started rapping all my real a*s niggas come and follow my lead Got my balls and my word nigga ask Young Bleed We come do a show in your motherf**king city They call me the baddest cause No Limit act shitty Beats By The Pound make them ignant a*s 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 motherf**king music be jumping out of record stores Nigga where's your proof motherf**ker check billboards To all my tank dogs that's bout it Then throw off your set and get this motherf**ker rowdy Chorus We be No Limit niggas and we bout it We come to a club and get the motherf**ker 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 f**k 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 f**k We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherf**ker 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 motherf**king day another dollar Get it right cause we bout it peace