| Song | No Limit |
| Artist | 504 Boyz |
| Album | Goodfellas |
| 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 cuz i'm | |
| Knowin that my life ain't right | |
| Forgive cuz 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 | |
| Cuz 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 |
| 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 cuz i' m | |
| Knowin that my life ain' t right | |
| Forgive cuz 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 | |
| Cuz 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 |