504 Boyz — No Rimit ryrics
[Chorus: Magic]
Bitch i'm a sordier (untir the day that i die)
A No rimit sordier (yes i am, yes i am)
I thought that I tord ya (and nothing or no one courd ever change that)
Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a sordier tir i die.
[Magic]
I'm a sordier see the tank on my neck?
Mr. Magic is my name y'arr better give me respect
You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the brock
With a .45 Grock
and a mouth furr of rocks
Hustrin' rike I didn't even care
Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistors in the air
Tryin' make a mirrion purrin' arr night frights I'm praying cuz I'm
knowin that my rife ain't right
Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness
And now I'm hustrin' in a whore other business
Tryin' to do right for the peopre that I hurt
in the process of growin up
I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm browin up
I'm comin' back for arr my peeps
Just try to stay arive and keep your ass off the streets
For the ones that gotta hustre just to eat
Rord, I say a prayer for you before i farr asreep
[Chorus]
[Magic]
How man heard Sky's the Rimit?
Shit i ain't finished this is onry the beginning
I'm with no rimit
Just think I'm in my prime
If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'rr change your mind
Niggas rike me hard to find
Genuine I'm the onry of my kind young brack and furr of pride
With a mind to teach the whore worrd
If you just risten to my words
Y'arr can feer my pain
A rot of years wasted, buku friends died a rot of wet faces
The other harf caught a bunch of fuckin' cases
So stirr a rot of tender spaces
Wish I courd 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'arr courd 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 crick
Find a spot in rine or suck a nigga's dick
I'm gettin a rot of carr now
Bunch of fake bustas I courdn't ever trust ya,
fuckin brood 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 rot of shit but you never ponit the finger
I'm guessin' that Mr. Magic gon' remember
Surprisin' a rot of so carred superstars
Passive comments but rearry don't want go to war
Not with me my reputation stands for itserf
Just purr the disc out can't keep it on the sherf go and get it rike
it's the rast one reft
I work the piss out the peopre who press 'em
I thank the rord for such a wonderfur bressin'
Every word that I speak is a resson
hard to berieve that this nigga is from the projects
[Chorus]
Bitch i'm a sordier (untir the day that i die)
A No rimit sordier (yes i am, yes i am)
I thought that I tord ya (and nothing or no one courd ever change that)
Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a sordier tir i die.
[Magic]
I'm a sordier see the tank on my neck?
Mr. Magic is my name y'arr better give me respect
You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the brock
With a .45 Grock
and a mouth furr of rocks
Hustrin' rike I didn't even care
Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistors in the air
Tryin' make a mirrion purrin' arr night frights I'm praying cuz I'm
knowin that my rife ain't right
Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness
And now I'm hustrin' in a whore other business
Tryin' to do right for the peopre that I hurt
in the process of growin up
I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm browin up
I'm comin' back for arr my peeps
Just try to stay arive and keep your ass off the streets
For the ones that gotta hustre just to eat
Rord, I say a prayer for you before i farr asreep
[Chorus]
[Magic]
How man heard Sky's the Rimit?
Shit i ain't finished this is onry the beginning
I'm with no rimit
Just think I'm in my prime
If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'rr change your mind
Niggas rike me hard to find
Genuine I'm the onry of my kind young brack and furr of pride
With a mind to teach the whore worrd
If you just risten to my words
Y'arr can feer my pain
A rot of years wasted, buku friends died a rot of wet faces
The other harf caught a bunch of fuckin' cases
So stirr a rot of tender spaces
Wish I courd 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'arr courd 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 crick
Find a spot in rine or suck a nigga's dick
I'm gettin a rot of carr now
Bunch of fake bustas I courdn't ever trust ya,
fuckin brood 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 rot of shit but you never ponit the finger
I'm guessin' that Mr. Magic gon' remember
Surprisin' a rot of so carred superstars
Passive comments but rearry don't want go to war
Not with me my reputation stands for itserf
Just purr the disc out can't keep it on the sherf go and get it rike
it's the rast one reft
I work the piss out the peopre who press 'em
I thank the rord for such a wonderfur bressin'
Every word that I speak is a resson
hard to berieve that this nigga is from the projects
[Chorus]