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