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Lack Of Limits

see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley Don't panic, relax, what's happening? Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lacking

empire Order the launch, blow the fuck out the insubordinate Blow the court at the plan, can't change the coordinates On course threatened by force, passed the limit

or a curse? I don't know I'm still undecided But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it. And those that lack the passion I have may despise

evil was lurkin and if you found it try your best to not put yourself around it Cuz when you in it you tend to push it to the limit but then when the

In the hood, love, we was told to run from That same hood where the guns sung We holla love, hopin' it would come one Crack got so many lives undone From lack

[Intro - Talking] An A&R once told me "you can determine the worth of a song within 15 seconds of it playing" With complete n utter lack of the fact that

me stalkin' studios And stages chasin' the outrageous Ecstatic sensations I'm tragic trapped Inside the pages Of melodramatic rages to dark to mention Over the fact most of these cats lack

But all them bitches handle business All of them violent Bout it bout it and dangerous soldiers that wanna gang with us Bang with us, hang with us get that No Limit

wouldn't mind seeing her at Harrod's But behind the jewelry counter, not in front [Che:] Could there be in our fighting corps A lack of enthusiasm for