[Snoop
Yo nephew, give me some of that No shit Yeah.. We got my nigga in the house C-Murder in this all up in this bitch Goldie Loc, My Silkk the Shocker Oh yeah, we got somethin for the too Mia X, run this
X] Lyrical arsonist, lady Down South, hustler, weight smuggler I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an Guerilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you get to clappin, soldier specialty of style We made the whole world the underground while some of y'all niggaz shit and get mad Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it's there I cares not about your click or the I'm still that same to run up in your spot and knock you off Broad, with the (yeah) bitch on a mission Keep them niggaz by they while you hoes be dick kissin the game, damn bitch it's written in plain ebonics So shake that come-up off you and do the knowledge Mia X, kickin off the symphony Next up, tell em who the FUCK you be
WHUT? It's Fiend Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I on Bleed on, on! Weak rappers with titles after Hit a bell that's what I'll on! Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin Bringin harm, to the calm, and, be alarmed It's the African, oh, you battle again? turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans Oh damn, totin two pistols Yosemite Sam Old man be grand, loud as the band Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, can I would be the man, but God me to them plans
Dogg] Next up, on the C-Murder, get for the symphony
I be's that nigga on the tank, trippin never slippin Have you reminiscin and missin, fool in your picture Call me Bossalinie BITCH the Mo's at shows And FUCK who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes three-hundred and sixty-five days a year I have your fool staggerin just a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I runnin no mo' I flip the bird when I swerve, man, them hoes I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that, Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga the TRU tat Ask my Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you you
Dogg] Next up, on the Silkk the Shocker get on the symphony
[Silkk the Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I sound like a hit Y'all didn't know the fuck y'all thinkin bout You sound like a (beotch!) Shit it sound a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit, bitch?? When it like this! Or you niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a at this click Fuck around and miss, then fuck and get found in a Gotta labels give me dough, when find I can, gross this much Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, and Dre nigga Y'all can relate to ??? ??? get a contract like, MJ It ain't where you from; where the -- FUCK YOU AT N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm with that
Dogg] Next up, on the Mystikal get on the symphony
WHOO MOTHERFUCKER GOD DAMN!! I it HYYYYYYPE, BITCH I'M THE MAN! When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they say my song or that I don't roll on fuckin verse I'm RAPPIN ON (That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker) I up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LL's _Bad_ nigga to be pissed off with me cause their old lady they call me their MC's up and crowdin up, but I'm their FAVORITE The to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC And chop you in your face (HIII-YAH) album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN? You played out just like old pussy
[Snoop up, on the M-I-C Goldie Loc, get busy on the
Loc] Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin my stress em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest Releasin anger, all gangsta energy Loc the name, Dogg House game Motherfuckers start backin up (whattup whattup) We in the Tank busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up Little Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang Smashin for the hood, cause I to gangbang
Dogg] Last up, I that's me Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the
jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics That I wasn't comin, out with some exquisite, rhymes But that's OK, cause now I'm To all the rumors, and straighten the facts Like umm, bad, gettin ganked for my bank Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Dogg You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't somethin Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, shit is bumpin I apologize, I'm sorry for the Can I get your for my baby momma?" Shit I'm it off, lettin it off, bustin Hustlin, rushin, motherfuckers Droppin the heat, lock up the street, we to I put this pistol in your mouth, now you gon' do? Top of the line, first I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some in the glass Too legit to quit, I'm spittin gangsta Man fuck all yappin, we bout that gun clappin
No Limit, yeah, that's happenin Fuck all yappin, we bout that gun clappin In the real world, is cheap speak louder than words No Limit Records, here to and serve