Letras:
La Mafia Limite

Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? [Verse One] Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit

Na stash this heat for all y'all asses My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular We 5-7 droppin' ya It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia

I'm from or get lifted and stunned Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the fall guy Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise Sky's the limit, nuttin' less

my enemies, they takin' the pain Now you can do what you wanna but y'all don't wanna start Fuck, these no limit soldiers 'cuz y'all don't wanna go to war No limit

(c-murder) Ha ha, what they say mia, (sillk) Drug dealers (c-murder) Talkin' bout no limit sellin' dope, they got ki's all over tha country Cia, fedz,

fuck you thunk it was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug Too fucken numb to feel the buzz Yall niggas know the image No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits

, every nigga in the penitentiary Nigga, this busta muthafuckin' free This for all the real niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me? No limit style, told y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit

im simply playin with a harmful brain ill kick off my shoes and relax my feet then put on some sounds. smoke on a pound listin to a three six mafia beat

ocean subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion my dj g scratch gives him a hit but the cops cant catch P cause im legit the no limit mafia, is on the