Текст песни Magic f C-Murder, Snoop Dogg - No Limit
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[C-Murder]Say Magic, Snoop broThe whole world know we bout it, you know what im sayingWe millionaries, but uh, lets show everybody what No Limit isWhere we from, you know what im saying(Chorus)I`m from the motherfucken N-O L-I-M-I-TYou niggas cant fuck with me (4x)[C-Murder]Nigga I`m C-Murder, known to get rowdy in the clubsSell tapes to my niggas in the hood selling drugsI`m a tru member, cause I`m tru to da gameAsk P, I got tru blood running though my veinsI`m a soldier, leutinent, all my tank dogs runNigga jump, bitch I`m comin to get all ya`llHustling is a habit, dope is a hobbyStill faced with charges of a motherfucking robberyFrom the east to the west, coming downsouth killersLeaving tapes like weight, only thug niggas feel usI`m a motherfucking rider, full of tatoosAnd I represent the projects, Cali-0 1-2A nigga get killed, for running out the crackhouseA nigga like me smoke weed untill i pass outI`mma represent (why) cause I`m in the tatoosOn my arm read motherfucking no limit (Chorus 4x)[Magic]You niggas want it hard, shit, you best beleive that we got itI`m with C-Murder and Snoop, so you know we getting rowdyWe run the south all the way up to the westcoastCollaborated, giving ya`ll the best of bothPicture the power, ain`t nobody stopping this cliqueSo don`t even try it, cause ain`t nobody can fuck with this shitWe some bad motherfuckers, on the way to the topSEE WE CAN`T BE STOPPED!Can you blame us, the fucking world can`t tame usWe handled our business, now we all fucking famousC-Murder was the case till life or deathNow skys the limit, cause Mr. Magic is nextRecongize the real, and you tell me who`s the gimmickYou gotta be a soldier to ride with no limitI`m finished, but before I goI got love for California like I got love N.O.(Chorus 4x)[Snoop Dogg]I`m born and raised in the 2-1-3, the 3-1-0the 5-6-2, but now I represent the 5-0-4for sure, see ain`t no limit to thisWe do it up all night and we keep it trump tightDo what we have to, it will be a tragedyTell `em quit fucking with your dawg Magicshit, I`m bout to get drastic on they bitch assAnd send all your fake ass soldiers to a casket fastOn the dip up state, holler at my homeboyhook it out, on the homie Billy BathgateNow heres a toast to the coast where they represent the mostGangsterish niggas i know get the money and then they get ghostAnd slide to another locationLiving downsouth, in the house, for my summer vacationI`m blasting on sight, I`m ashing all nightAnd ain`t no limit till I get my motherfucking paper right(Chorus)