Kill kill
How many killas you got on your fuckin pay roll nigga? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and the Shocker No (biatch)
Nigga nigga rida Ride G's And ship keys seas by the three's an eye on my enemies Snoop and In da of the Lac that AK In da tint, with a infer-red Mother fucker gonna die why I smoke weed, get high tonight 'cause I'ma No Limit With TRU datted in I went to for years, for movin, burnin da drugs murda, kill kill If you put me in I aint noo No limit no strangers I'ma representer till im history Making playa hatas into a mother fucking So throw'em up if you a And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother dolja I know you fucking feel me C-murder aint gonna die, a bitch nigga kill me
x2] Ain't nut'in tru See it's all respect Im got slippin Keep my on the dash
Now, how niggaz you know that can fuck around And die and back get hooked up with the number one rap label And rap, that Shit I be duplicated But I'm highly hated And I reinstated And I thank god I finally made it Fated many niggas, to get one back Remember im that young put gangsta rap on the map Never craps, five duices Mix moet, white star, with them orange juices I hang out real niggas Like and C-Murder TRU niggas, do Like you Ghetto ass, class hesitate to blast And im so about my hustlin Gots to my cash Can you if I was broke Shit I wouldn't be bustin no Id have my strap, up in your door Takin all your dough and gold and your cars 'cause big Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch) And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I Im draped in my army on green trees In the navigator, and keep the heat for playa hatas
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[Silkk the Now at murda, murda, murda And this kill, kill, This real Stay strapped and capped, to get And mama told me If you aint down to with god to die with god You aint no mother soldier No limit datted on my back and my 'cause ima mother fool Uhhh, me love 'cause when I make music thugs, I make moves Well im out hard I was out large Seen guy named van I the pain Look everybody coming out See now me, C, and in da coupe In da house about loop I told Rap isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot Just a young nigga bout hell and makin mail If you a I told you I was making this shit on (that's cool) Back up nigga, cant flame shit like drugs And see ima nigga, im gonna hang a nigga Bang that like it was crips and bloods Now deal weed Strapped up in my Cant me down Don't even trip my Snoop If you a now Do what ya bitch For this tank I stay quick and And I got No scattered on my fucking forehead why I do so much dirt