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Unlmtd Video (MV)




Performed By: Bonafide Effek
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Jas McGee




Bonafide Effek - Unlmtd Lyrics




Baby boy out of the blue was he born
Or was it more of an indigo
Leo in the east, Jupiter with Scorpio
He was more of a criminal
He was like a lightskin, darkskin
Itialiano, African Seminole
It was no accident practicing loyalty
Like it's a mof*ckin ritual
Highschool was nothing but distractions
Now that I think about it
Would have been better off perfecting these crafts
Making waves moving mountains
Didn't smoke much before I wrote that gas
Now I can't ride passenger
Club hit maybe put me in that caddy
Dysfunction we needed a kickback badly
Probably over your head like a roundhouse
You keep ducking me imma hit what I'm missin
One of these minds is not like the other
One of these hearts is in fatal condition
One of these days you gon get what asking for
One of these times imma catch your ass slipping
I run up the price
What's the cost of your living
You Mark up the Price you no Stockton or Pippen
Maybe too over your head like the rafters
You over my head it's the Bucks to the Raptors
Maybe you got mvp of the league
But my team running with the most valuable champion
Wanna go from a walmart brand nigga
To a no brand nigga with a brand new mansion
Wanna go from a canned food nigga
To a no can do nigga need the cash in hand

Wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really aint that shit
And I know
I dont love that taste
Don't mean I dont grub that paste
It's the jungle rambo mud that face
Everywhere you go you gonna run that race
F*ck the law you dont beat it we gon jump that case
I wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really aint that shit
And I know
I dont love that taste
Don't mean I dont grub that paste
It's the jungle rambo mud that face
Everywhere you go you gonna run that race
F*ck the law you dont beat it we gon jump that case

Jumping the gun or jumping the broom
Either way you finna die soon
Selling your soul to reptilian urges
A sudden surge could mean imminent doom
Ain't even talking bout flood waters
You gon want muddy waters once that drought hits
You need laxatives to match a fist
Cuz it seem like you ain't really bout the shit
Im groundhogging
Crowning
Ready to f*ck up the world
So much dick on your brain
Now you need dick in your ears
Cuz from here on its f*ck what you heard
Herd you from a mile away
Im the good shephard
Or the scarecrow
May be tender hearted
But no tenderhead
Ever kept me from skinning his lion ass
Where the hair grows
It's all produced by the wizard of Oz
It's a hit I'm the sultan of swat, see
Dont make me feel like you killing me smalls
Cuz I will not be killin them softly
Im Rock Lee 2×2
You wont catch me dodging no danger
Cuz I got nine lives and I entered the Wu
So it gotta be 36 chambers
And I still got 36 in the drum
That's percussion you feel in your chest
Need your achilles healed
Wanna hear no excuse when you lose
So I plan to kill you at your best
Wanna gamble your life it's a bet
I like the sound of that it's on cassette
Won't ignore the intuition
I'm too into this shit
Was conditioned in the f*ckin
Village hidden In the

Wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really aint that shit
And I know
I dont love that taste
Don't mean I dont grub that paste
It's the jungle rambo mud that face
Everywhere you go you gonna run that race
F*ck the law you dont beat it we gon jump that case
I wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really aint that shit
And I know
I dont love that taste
Don't mean I dont grub that paste
It's the jungle rambo mud that face
Everywhere you go you gonna run that race
F*ck the law you dont beat it we gon jump that case
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Baby boy out of the blue was he born
Or was it more of an indigo
Leo in the east, Jupiter with Scorpio
He was more of a criminal
He was like a lightskin, darkskin
Itialiano, African Seminole
It was no accident practicing loyalty
Like it's a mof*ckin ritual
Highschool was nothing but distractions
Now that I think about it
Would have been better off perfecting these crafts
Making waves moving mountains
Didn't smoke much before I wrote that gas
Now I can't ride passenger
Club hit maybe put me in that caddy
Dysfunction we needed a kickback badly
Probably over your head like a roundhouse
You keep ducking me imma hit what I'm missin
One of these minds is not like the other
One of these hearts is in fatal condition
One of these days you gon get what asking for
One of these times imma catch your ass slipping
I run up the price
What's the cost of your living
You Mark up the Price you no Stockton or Pippen
Maybe too over your head like the rafters
You over my head it's the Bucks to the Raptors
Maybe you got mvp of the league
But my team running with the most valuable champion
Wanna go from a walmart brand nigga
To a no brand nigga with a brand new mansion
Wanna go from a canned food nigga
To a no can do nigga need the cash in hand

Wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really aint that shit
And I know
I dont love that taste
Don't mean I dont grub that paste
It's the jungle rambo mud that face
Everywhere you go you gonna run that race
F*ck the law you dont beat it we gon jump that case
I wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really aint that shit
And I know
I dont love that taste
Don't mean I dont grub that paste
It's the jungle rambo mud that face
Everywhere you go you gonna run that race
F*ck the law you dont beat it we gon jump that case

Jumping the gun or jumping the broom
Either way you finna die soon
Selling your soul to reptilian urges
A sudden surge could mean imminent doom
Ain't even talking bout flood waters
You gon want muddy waters once that drought hits
You need laxatives to match a fist
Cuz it seem like you ain't really bout the shit
Im groundhogging
Crowning
Ready to f*ck up the world
So much dick on your brain
Now you need dick in your ears
Cuz from here on its f*ck what you heard
Herd you from a mile away
Im the good shephard
Or the scarecrow
May be tender hearted
But no tenderhead
Ever kept me from skinning his lion ass
Where the hair grows
It's all produced by the wizard of Oz
It's a hit I'm the sultan of swat, see
Dont make me feel like you killing me smalls
Cuz I will not be killin them softly
Im Rock Lee 2×2
You wont catch me dodging no danger
Cuz I got nine lives and I entered the Wu
So it gotta be 36 chambers
And I still got 36 in the drum
That's percussion you feel in your chest
Need your achilles healed
Wanna hear no excuse when you lose
So I plan to kill you at your best
Wanna gamble your life it's a bet
I like the sound of that it's on cassette
Won't ignore the intuition
I'm too into this shit
Was conditioned in the f*ckin
Village hidden In the

Wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really aint that shit
And I know
I dont love that taste
Don't mean I dont grub that paste
It's the jungle rambo mud that face
Everywhere you go you gonna run that race
F*ck the law you dont beat it we gon jump that case
I wish A Nigga Wood
Thats my hometown
Past any low hanging fruit
Cuz Im from that place
Anything that hangs over shit really aint that shit
And I know
I dont love that taste
Don't mean I dont grub that paste
It's the jungle rambo mud that face
Everywhere you go you gonna run that race
F*ck the law you dont beat it we gon jump that case
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Writer: Jas McGee
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