Kill, kill, How many killas you got on mother fuckin' pay roll nigga? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder and Silk the Shocker, no biatch
Nigga nigga I'ma rida, with G's And ship overseas by the three's Keep an eye on my Snoop and in da back of the Lac With that AKs tint with a infra-red
Mother gonna die tonight why I smoke weed get high tonight I'ma no limit with tru dated in blood I went to jail for years, for movin' bundles a
Murda murda, kill, kill if you put me in I trippin' on and ain't be needin' no strangers I'ma tank representer till I'm Making playa hatas into a mother fucking
So throw 'em up if you a And Snoop pass tha mother fucking dosha I know you fucking feel me C-murder ain't gonna die, a bitch nigga kill me
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, Ain't personal tru you see it's all about respect Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all respect Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash
Now how many niggaz you know that can around And die and back? Then get up with the number one label and rap, like that? Shit I be duplicated but I'm highly playa hated And I been and I thank God that I finally made it
Fated niggas, just to get one mack Remember I'm that nigga that put gangsta rap on the map He never craps, only deuces I mix that Moet, white star with them orange
I hang out with real niggas like Silk and Tru niggas, do like you niggas Ghetto ass, class never hesitate to blast And I'm so serious about my gots to have my cash
Can you if I was broke? Shit I wouldn't be bustin' no raps I'd have my strap up in your fuckin' throat Takin' all your and your gold and your cars 'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no mother rap star
See I'ma and you are not And you a sucka and I I'm draped in my army fatigues blowing on trees In the Navigator and keep the heat for them hatas
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, Ain't nut'in personal tru you see all about respect Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the
Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill, real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed And always told me if you ain't down to ride with God Down to die with God you ain't no mother fucking
No limit datted on my back and my 'Cuz I'ma mother fucking fool, uh, me love 'Cuz when I make music thugs, I make moves Told you I was coming out hard I was coming out Seen this guy named Van I bring the 'em Everybody coming out
See now me, C, and Snoop in da Conversatin' loop I told rap shit isn't bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot Just a young nigga 'bout hell and makin' mail You a trip I told you I was this shit on bail, it's cool
up nigga, can't flame that shit like drugs And see nigga, I'm gonna hang like a nigga Bang that shit it was crips and bloods Now deal nigga strapped up in my fatigue can't hold me down Don't even my nigga Snoop if you a soldier now
Do what ya bitch For tank bitch I stay quick and work And I got no limit on my fucking forehead That's why I do so dirt
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, Ain't personal tru you see it's all about respect Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on the
Kill, kill,