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