Kill, kill, How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay nigga? Dogg, C-Murder and Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch
Nigga nigga I'ma rida, with G's And ship keys overseas by the Keep an eye on my Snoop and in da back of the Lac With that AKs limosine tint a infra-red
fucker gonna die tonight That's why I smoke get high tonight no limit soldier with tru dated in blood I went to jail for years, for movin' a drugs
murda, kill, kill if you put me in danger I ain't on and ain't be needin' no strangers tank representer till I'm history Making playa hatas into a fucking memory
So throw 'em up if you a And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother dosha I know you fucking feel me C-murder ain't gonna die, till a bitch kill me
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 personal tru you see it's all about respect Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, I'm got slippin', keep my heat on the dash
Now how many you know that can fuck around And die and back? get hooked up with the number one label and rap, like that? Shit I can't be but I'm highly playa hated And I been reinstated and I thank God that I made it
Fated many niggas, just to get one Remember I'm that young that put gangsta rap on the map He never craps, only five I mix that Moet, white star them orange juices
I hang out with real niggas Silk and C-Murder Tru niggas, do niggas like you Ghetto ass, lower class hesitate to blast And I'm so serious about my hustlin' 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 dough and gold and your cars 'Cuz big Snoop Dogg no mother fucking rap star
See gangsta and you are not And you a sucka and I I'm draped in my army fatigues on green trees In the Navigator and keep the for them paper hatas
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, Ain't nut'in 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 all about respect Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, I'm never got slippin', keep my on the dash
Now look at murda, murda, murda and kill, kill, kill Shit's real, strapped with capped, do get pealed And mama told me if you ain't down to ride with God Down to die God you ain't no mother fucking soldier
No datted on my back and my stomach '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 out large Seen this guy named Van I the pain 'em coming out stars
See now me, C, and in da coupe Conversatin' about I told niggas rap isn't bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot Just a young nigga raising hell and makin' mail You a trip I told you I was doing this shit on bail, cool
Back up nigga, can't that shit like drugs And see I'ma nigga, I'm gonna hang a nigga Bang that shit like it was and bloods Now deal weed strapped up in my fatigue can't hold me down Don't even my nigga Snoop if you a soldier now
Do what ya think For this tank bitch I quick and work And I got no scattered 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,