[C Murder]
 Say Magic  Snoop bro
 The whole world know we bout it  you know what im saying
 We millionaries  but uh  lets show everybody what No Limit is
 Where we from  you know what im saying

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 I'm from the motherfucken N O L I M I T
 You niggas cant fuck with me (4x)

 [C Murder]
 Nigga I'm C Murder  known to get rowdy in the clubs
 Sell tapes to my niggas in the hood selling drugs
 I'm a tru member, cause I'm tru to da game
 Ask P, I got tru blood running though my veins
 I'm a soldier, leutinent, all my tank dogs run
 Nigga jump, bitch I'm comin to get all ya'll
 Hustling is a habit, dope is a hobby
 Still faced with charges of a motherfucking robbery
 From the east to the west, coming downsouth killers
 Leaving tapes like weight, only thug niggas feel us
 I'm a motherfucking rider, full of tatoos
 And I represent the projects, Cali-0 1-2
 A nigga get killed, for running out the crackhouse
 A nigga like me smoke weed untill i pass out
 I'mma represent (why) cause I'm in the tatoos
 On my arm read motherfucking no limit

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 [Magic]
 You niggas want it hard, shit, you best beleive that we got it
 I'm with C-Murder and Snoop, so you know we getting rowdy
 We run the south all the way up to the westcoast
 Collaborated, giving ya'll the best of both
 Picture the power, ain't nobody stopping this clique
 So don't even try it, cause ain't nobody can fuck with this shit
 We some bad motherfuckers, on the way to the top
 SEE WE CAN'T BE STOPPED!
 Can you blame us, the fucking world can't tame us
 We handled our business, now we all fucking famous
 C-Murder was the case till life or death
 Now skys the limit, cause Mr. Magic is next


 Recongize the real, and you tell me who's the gimmick
 You gotta be a soldier to ride with no limit
 I'm finished, but before I go
 I got love for California like I got love N.O.

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 [Snoop Dogg]
 I'm born and raised in the 2-1-3, the 3-1-0
 the 5-6-2, but now I represent the 5-0-4
 for sure, see ain't no limit to this
 We do it up all night and we keep it trump tight
 Do what we have to, it will be a tragedy
 Tell 'em quit fucking with your dawg Magic
 shit, I'm bout to get drastic on they bitch ass
 And send all your fake ass soldiers to a casket fast
 On the dip up state, holler at my homeboy
 hook it out, on the homie Billy Bathgate
 Now heres a toast to the coast where they represent the most
 Gangsterish niggas i know get the money and then they get ghost
 And slide to another location
 Living downsouth, in the house, for my summer vacation
 I'm blasting on sight, I'm ashing all night
 And ain't no limit till I get my motherfucking paper right

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