Текст песни Kane and Abel f C-Murder, Fiend - No Limit Niggas
Kane and Abel f C-Murder, Fiend - No Limit Niggas слова песни
[C-Murder]Say twins you know how we go do a fucking showGet that bitch rowdy how crazy they be acting out thereNiggas can`t control theirself be like uhThey call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherfucking backEver since I started rapping all my real ass niggas come and follow my leadGot my balls and my word nigga ask Young Bleed We come do a show in your motherfucking cityThey call me the baddest cause No Limit act shittyBeats By The Pound make them ignant ass beatsWhen a nigga like me bring the shit to the streets Because the ghetto is my home nigga I`m ghetto raisedI`m unpredictable ask the nigga with the braidsMy motherfucking music be jumping out of record storesNigga where`s your proof motherfucker check billboardsTo all my tank dogs that`s bout itThen throw off your set and get this motherfucker rowdy ChorusWe 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 bitchHit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this bitchI got the crowd jumping gangstafied shit pumpingTell that bitch and that hoe I`m trying to do somethingI cracked the optimal open in the middle of the clubDon`t give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud Let`s go half on a 40 sack show me some loveI stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugsTRU niggas smoke dank all the way to the bankAll the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bankKane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don`t give a fuckWe bout it and I`m gon` get this motherfucker rowdyChorus x2[Fiend]I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs Killing whatever bugs that ain`t a soldier doesFor the love of drugs half of my paper go to budEbonic you speaking in the club uh nigga whatEverytime I buzz the tank does when I itWith the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot I admit it I`m one of the baddest that ever livedYou ain`t seen nothing wait till I`m full of that shitTake a pull of that shitAnd you can meet the piecesMy ironic thesis first heard on a player`s leasesLyrical adhesives making these niggas meet JesusI guess we just got them to pieces like greasesTo my tweakers it`s a piece of dope you was needingMy vocals got wannabe slugs bleedingIt`s believing get you tore up by my shottyFiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy Chorus x3[C-Murder talking]Yeah another example of that gangsta shitC-Murder in this bitch Kane & Abel the F. I. FiendShit just another motherfucking day another dollarGet it right cause we bout it peace