Lyrics:
the upturned burned-out cars
The challengers await
And in their fists clutch iron bars
With which to seal his fate
Across his chest is scabbards rest
tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M
the club
My young niggas hop out and park
Bitch you standin' right by the club
50 shots thats not enough
200 shots that monkey nuts
Gucci Mane got monkey
on ya bakery
Wish they had the recipe, swear this life is meant for me
Tired of cracking niggas heads in the stolen challenger
Hopped up out
Bullets have a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
Play
will stand up and try to defend
We are no longer trapped
For now we know our limits
We will make sure we are free
By the end of it all
We will try our
the limit
If I need to explain it, why should I entertain
If you're compelled to complain, pick another lane
Do right by yourself and maybe save a couple
No more I'll watch the tide
But I was well outside
The three mile limit
We filled our hull at St. Pierre
And we put out for Glace Bay
But with
talk they be talking where we at
See the sky is the limit and you know we pass that
You say the music died well I bring it back
And you say I got
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
just gettin' fucked by your image
Steady frontin' like your tough
With no substance, fiction
Check me out, check me out, yeah
I'm back again
Check me
walkin out the front do' (Right)
Ain't a motherfucker I gotta change fo' (Right)
Therefore I'm a be this way until I go
Yeah! Guess who walk around with
Is this the top?
The top of the world?
Top floor, there's weed in the ashtray
It's top-shelf, cap!
Riding in my Challenger, faded off this weed
[Chorus] x 4
[Master P talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By
Wu Tang worldwide Wu Tang Bobby Digital worldwide
Worldwide word up all y'all crab M-C's out there
Let me spark y'all like this one time
real, you already know what to do me
Let's go
My nigga got a pint now, I'm pulling up on the west end
Face card digital, Challenger with the FN
I done made lemonade out of lemon, but you done crossed all my limits
Poison, oh poison, poison, poison, poison, poison, poison, poison
Oh, oh poison
ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out,
y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out,
sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my
and valleys
Living the dream and saying it proudly
Limit to me there's none around me
Giving me infinite benefits out of it
Empathy's eminent spittin' this
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
Sky is the Limit and Freedom is my fate
Many caged little birdies hoping to escape
Shackled by the system, shattered by the distance
Tackled by
passing her
I fell out of love can't fall in love girl I cannot hurt
Whip it, race it in a foreign car this not a challenger
Finna bless up with the whole
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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