504 Boyz F- Magic No Limit Lyrics

No Limit Lyrics

Chorus: Magic

 

 Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die)

 A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am) 

 I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that)

 Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a soldier til i die.

 

 [Magic]

 I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck?

 Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect

 You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block

 With a .45 Glock 

 and a mouth full of rocks

 Hustlin' like I didn't even care 

 Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air 

 Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights I'm praying cuz I'm

 knowin that my life ain't right

 Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness

 And now I'm hustlin' in a whole other business

 Tryin' to do right for the people that I hurt 

 in the process of growin up

 I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm blowin up

 I'm comin' back for all my peeps 

 Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets

 For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat

 Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep

 

 Chorus

 

 [Magic]

 How man heard Sky's the Limit?

 Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning 

 I'm with no limit

 Just think I'm in my prime

 If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind

 Niggas like me hard to find

 Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride

 With a mind to teach the whole world

 If you just listen to my words 

 Y'all can feel my pain

 A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces

 The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases

 So still a lot of tender spaces 

 Wish I could erase the hate

 Who said money makes you happy?

 It can never bring back my daddy 

 So fuck the Navi and Caddie 

 I'm hopin' y'all could hear me

 Cuz I'm speakin' this from the heart

 Me and my fans never torn apart

 

 Chorus

 

 [Magic]

 And to the haters that be hatin' on my click

 Find a spot in line or suck a nigga's dick

 I'm gettin a lot of call now

 Bunch of fake bustas I couldn't ever trust ya, 

 fuckin blood suckers

 Want me for the gift that you never thought I had

 I saw your other side, but fuck it I'm mad

 You say a lot of shit but you never ponit the finger

 I'm guessin' that Mr. Magic gon' remember

 Surprisin' a lot of so called superstars 

 Passive comments but really don't want go to war

 Not with me my reputation stands for itself

 Just pull the disc out can't keep it on the shelf go and get it like

 it's the last one left

 I work the piss out the people who press 'em

 I thank the lord for such a wonderful blessin'

 Every word that I speak is a lesson 

 hard to believe that this nigga is from the projects 

 

 Chorus