No Limit Lyrics - Goodfellas - 504 Boyz

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 'cause I'm 

knowin that my life ain't right 

Forgive 'cause 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 

'cause 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