Fiend - No Limit n***as lyrics

[C-Murder] Say twins you know how we go do a f**ing show Get that b**h rowdy how crazy they be acting out there n***as can't control theirself be like uh They call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherf**ing back Ever since I started rapping all my real a** n***as come and follow my lead Got my balls and my word n***a ask Young Bleed We come do a show in your motherf**ing city They call me the baddest cause No Limit act sh**ty Beats By The Pound make them ignant a** beats When a n***a like me bring the sh** to the streets Because the ghetto is my home n***a I'm ghetto raised I'm unpredictable ask the n***a with the braids My motherf**ing music be jumping out of record stores n***a where's your proof motherf**er check billboards To all my tank dogs that's bout it Then throw off your set and get this motherf**er rowdy Chorus We be No Limit n***as and we bout it We come to a club and get the motherf**er rowdy x2 [Kane & Abel] 6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this b**h Hit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this b**h I got the crowd jumping gangstafied sh** pumping Tell that b**h 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** about the popos n***as 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 n***as smoke dank all the way to the bank All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank Kane & Abel kick bu*t knuckle up don't give a f** We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherf**er rowdy Chorus x2 [Fiend] I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs k**ing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does For the love of d** half of my paper go to bud Ebonic you speaking in the club uh n***a what Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it With the type of sk**s 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 sh** Take a pull of that sh** And you can meet the pieces My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases Lyrical adhesives making these n***as 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 sh** C-Murder in this b**h Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend sh** just another motherf**ing day another dollar Get it right cause we bout it peace