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Silkk The Shocker Miscellaneous Ain't Nuttin' Personal Kill kill kill [Snoop] How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker No limit (biatch) [C-Murder] Nigga nigga I'ma rida Ride with G's And ship keys over seas by the three's Keep an eye on my enemies Snoop and Silkk In da back of the Lac With that AK In da blue tint, with a infer-red Mother fucker gonna die tonight That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier With TRU datted in blood I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs Murda murda, kill kill If you put me in danger I aint trippin noo No limit niggaz no strangers I'ma tank representer till im history Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory So throw'em up if you a soldier And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja I know you mother fucking feel me C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me [Chorus x2] Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Ain't nut'in personal tru See it's all about respect Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Im never got slippin Keep my heat on the dash [Snoop] Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around And die and come back They get hooked up with the number one rap label And rap, like that Shit I can't be duplicated But I'm highly playa hated And I been reinstated And I thank god that I finally made it Fated many niggas, just to get one back Remember im that young nigga That put gangsta rap on the map Never craps, only five duices Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices I hang out with real niggas Like Silkk and C-Murder TRU niggas, do niggas Like you niggas Ghetto ass, lower class Never hesitate to blast And im so serious about my hustlin Gots to have my cash Can you imagin if I was broke Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps Id have my strap, running up in your door Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch) And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock Im draped in my army fatigue Blowing on green trees In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas [Chorus x2] [Silkk the Shocker] Now look at murda, murda, murda And this kill, kill, kill This shits real Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed And mama always told me If you aint down to ride with god Down to die with god You aint no mother fucking soldier No limit datted on my back and my stomach Cuz ima mother fucking fool Uhhh, show me love Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves Well im coming out hard I was coming out large Seen this guy named van I bring the pain Look everybody coming out stars See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe In da house thinking about loop I told niggas Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail If you a trip I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool) Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods Now deal weed nigga Strapped up in my fatigue Cant hold me down Don't even trip my nigga Snoop If you a soldier now Do what ya think bitch For this tank bitch I stay quick and work And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead That's why I do so much dirt |
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