Snoop Dogg Ain't Nut'in Personal Lyrics

Kill kill kill

[Snoop]
How many killas you got on your mother f___in pay roll n____?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit (b_____)

[C-Murder]
n____ n____ 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 f___er 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 n____z no strangers
I'ma tank representer till im history
Making playa hatas into a mother f___ing memory
So throw'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother f___ing dolja
I know you mother f___ing feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a b____ n____ 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 n____z you know that can f___ around
And die and come back
They get hooked up with the number one rap label
And rap, like that
s___ 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 n____s, just to get one back
Remember im that young n____
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never c___s, only five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I hang out with real n____s
Like Silkk and C-Murder
TRU n____s, do n____s
Like you n____s
Ghetto a__, 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
s___ 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 f___ing rap star
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(b____ a__ n____), 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 s___s 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 f___ing soldier
No limit datted on my back and my stomach
Cuz ima mother f___ing 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 n____s
Rap s___ isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
Just a young n____ bout raising hell and makin mail
If you a trip
I told you I was making this s___ on bail (that's cool)
Back up n____, cant flame that s___ like drugs
And see ima n____, im gonna hang like a n____
Bang that s___ like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed n____
Strapped up in my fatigue
Cant hold me down
Don't even trip my n____ Snoop
If you a soldier now
Do what ya think b____
For this tank b____
I stay quick and work
And I got No Limit scattered on my f___ing forehead
That's why I do so much dirt