i remember moving to texas at no limit’s peak. no limit was some shyt that we sometimes heard, that tru album was dope.
but in texas, everyone was stans, rockin them fake ass middle of the mall no limit chains. felt like i crash landed on a differnet planet cuz that ahit was wack as fukk, all copied shyt from 2pac, the bandana wearing, the mafia shyt, to remade beats using the same samples but sounding from a $30 radio shack keyboard. ice cream man, tru to the game and ghetto dope albums were AIGHT, everything else was microwaved shyt. sold alot, but wack.