Kane and Able - 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