mein name ist limit ich bin der gangstachef ich mach gangsta rap und lass die erde beben erst wen ich rappe wird der gangsta rap leben das ist gangsta rap
make it happen, out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK The city, the buildings The big rotten apple, old timers and children NEW YORK, NEW YORK We trendsetters We gave birth to rap
ghetto Hall of Famer International resider worldwider packin heat Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P Found my glitch in this rap game
why you grillin' the Lox If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family Gangstas don't die, they get
you But only if you knew my gang I?d have you running trains through the crew, I do But since I got funk wit' that no limit crew somethin' new Niggaz
have a cardiac Started back with the black Rated starter cap Gangsta rap, we practically fuckin' started that Everyday with this game I'm gettin' smarter at Sky's the limit
niggaz that you better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap
wrong with you, son? Oh, you got a new gun Do you know how to use one? Then you livin' an illusion, livin' in a used one While I'm in The Limited, cruisin
nigga why you grillin' The Lox If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family Gangstas don't die,
, turn the lights off Score on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off I used the word 'off' seven times in a rhyme You dumb enough to think I got a limited
Unh, hehe, Master P and Treach, nigga It's all family, baby, get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers and when we posse up These niggaz gon'
ain't gone never surface You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up Couldn't keep up the pace I set I'll whoop your ass with my warm-ups Entertainer rap
me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers No Limit soldiers
No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is? Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear
bitches comin through columbo when i rap niggas know i'm spicey to gumbo Toni Braxton be singin i got niggas gang bangin tattoed up on the set hangin
block posted up, with them things loaded up And if them people pull up and tell my boys to freeze Buckle up, knuckle up screamin' C-P-3 Gangsta, gangsta
I got the hook up Yeah That's gangsta Straight up 98 Doggy Dogg [Chorus X5] Ain't No Limit to this shit Ain't No Limit to this shit nigga Straight
a drought I blow lye like its "God Bless Buddha" It's sort of like the feelin' runnin' with a known shooter Baby I'ma spit it to the limit, run into
