[Intro: Master P]
Told y'all, y'all should of never let No Limit in this motherfucker
'Cause once we get in, we be takin' over shit
And we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin
Blowin' swithches to the world (Bitch, fuck ya)
[Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker]
I'm 'bout the baddest nigga, no doubt
From West to the South, back to ya house
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Wha?)
Nigga, I'm on bitches, qucikly
Niggas can't stick me they tries but dies
They'll fuck around, I ain't lyin', fuck with me, you out yo' mind
I'll slap you with my right hand and I'm still writin' with it
Hands quicker than lightnin' but fuck fightin'
Bread, ice is why I'm slicin' cake
You niggas need to bow down to the street king (Wha?)
From that 3rd Ward (Caliope, ho)
(Where that at?) Bitch, that's in New Orleans
Face like a 8th Grader, ain't the bigga nigga, a wind might blow
But while I'm here, a deaf person won't fuck with me if they don't know (Wha?)
Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon
Bitch, my click is thick, deeper than a whole Southern down baritone
How da fuck y'all gon' fade me?
How da fuck y'all gon' play me?
Thats how we made it, from knockin' niggas out
Who try to fuckin' play me (Boom)
Y'all think y'all could but y'all can't (Wha?)
That's money in the bank, how the fuck y'all gon' stop a tank?
Told y'all, y'all should of never let No Limit in this motherfucker
'Cause once we get in, we be takin' over shit
And we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin
Blowin' swithches to the world (Bitch, fuck ya)
[Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker]
I'm 'bout the baddest nigga, no doubt
From West to the South, back to ya house
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Wha?)
Nigga, I'm on bitches, qucikly
Niggas can't stick me they tries but dies
They'll fuck around, I ain't lyin', fuck with me, you out yo' mind
I'll slap you with my right hand and I'm still writin' with it
Hands quicker than lightnin' but fuck fightin'
Bread, ice is why I'm slicin' cake
You niggas need to bow down to the street king (Wha?)
From that 3rd Ward (Caliope, ho)
(Where that at?) Bitch, that's in New Orleans
Face like a 8th Grader, ain't the bigga nigga, a wind might blow
But while I'm here, a deaf person won't fuck with me if they don't know (Wha?)
Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon
Bitch, my click is thick, deeper than a whole Southern down baritone
How da fuck y'all gon' fade me?
How da fuck y'all gon' play me?
Thats how we made it, from knockin' niggas out
Who try to fuckin' play me (Boom)
Y'all think y'all could but y'all can't (Wha?)
That's money in the bank, how the fuck y'all gon' stop a tank?
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