Silkk The Shocker feat. Fiend - No Limit текст песни

Текст песни No Limit - Silkk the Shocker , Fiend




No Limit, No Limit, No Limit, No Limit
Nigga, spell that shit you represent, Shocker
N-O-L-I-M-I-T
What kinda ride you got from all that hard workin', boy?
Range Rovers, 'Lacs, Rollies, Bent's, Lace, G's, cash
What's the type of bitch niggas No Limit don't fuck with?
Fake snitch, jock, hater, punk, sucka, busta, scholar
What kinda niggas you love to make your money with?
Thugs, G's, riders, soldiers, ballers, players, hustlers, money makers
And what's that fetti? What's that name for that fetti?
Scratch, scrilla, mula, dough, paper, duckets, cheese, green
Now, Silkk, bust that made man shit
Yo, yo, I come through the bitch like I was hound dog (Shit, spit)
Rhymes out 'til the motherfuckers call time out (Time out)
I'm a tank, dawg, plus I bank y'all, plus I outrank y'all
Like I can't ball, what the fuck y'all niggas think, dawg?
I ain't y'all, I can't fall (Nigga)
Body full of tattoos, break all the
Rules, too much to lose, I can't fall
Now how y'all niggas want me to do it? Meaning how you want me to rap?
You want me fast flow, rowdy? I lay back (Shit)
It's always all the same niggas saying "Play back"
Can't a nigga say that
I been doing this from way back, just twelve inches and four tracks
You know that, I been with the in-crowd, Bentley style (Been wild)
Shit, fuck the dummy, fuck the money, my earrings cost ten thou'
The taller I get, the more I get, in fact
If I could sell a feature, shit, I could retire from rap
Swear if I go off, hardcore, never gon' soft
Shit, I'm throwed the fuck off
Somebody call me shrink, don't even blink
I don't think that you wanna fuck with me like that
'Cause I'll beat your ass so bad, boy
Won't even think about fighting back
I'll put one in your chest, none if not less
I want the cash but with none of the stress
Don't feel love, kept my heart up under my vest
If not the coldest, at least one of the best
I'm worth, I say fame, people scared to say, DJs scared to play
But I'm Silkk the Shocker, get my dough from underground
None of my scale is under a pound
Answered all y'all questions so you ain't gots to wonder now
Rumors get me kinda mad (Y'all done done it now)
I'm Silkk the Shocker, down and dirty, you motherfucking heard me?
If rap was a sport, when I'm done, y'all can retire my jersey
What? (Now that's the beat from Silkk the Shocker)
Yo, Silkk, how many shots it gon' take you to down eight niggas?
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight (That's it?)
Maybe not
How many niggas gon' be left after you do that?
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
I mean none
Tell 'em niggas how much money you working with
M-I-L-L-I-O-N-S
Yo, nigga, where we taking this shit to?
East Coast, West Coast, North, South, Midwest
There you have it
Fuck it, ah-ha-ha, fuck it
Bitch, I look at, I look at your strange ass, bitch



Авторы: Craig Stephen Lawson, Craig S Lawson, V. Miller



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