Ain't Nut'in Personal Lyrics

Kill kill kill

[Snoop]

How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?

Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker

No limit (biatch)

[C-Murder]

Nigga nigga I'ma rida

Ride with G's

And ship keys over seas by the three's

Keep an eye on my enemies

Snoop and Silkk

In da back of the Lac

With that AK

In da blue tint, with a infer-red

Mother fucker gonna die tonight

That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight

Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier

With TRU datted in blood

I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs

Murda murda, kill kill

If you put me in danger

I aint trippin noo

No limit niggaz no strangers

I'ma tank representer till im history

Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory

So throw'em up if you a soldier

And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja

I know you mother fucking feel me

C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

[Chorus x2]

Kill-kill-kill

Murda-murda-murda

Ain't nut'in personal tru

See it's all about respect

Kill-kill-kill

Murda-murda-murda

Im never got slippin

Keep my heat on the dash

[Snoop]

Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around

And die and come back

They get hooked up with the number one rap label

And rap, like that

Shit I can't be duplicated

But I'm highly playa hated

And I been reinstated

And I thank god that I finally made it

Fated many niggas, just to get one back

Remember im that young nigga

That put gangsta rap on the map

Never craps, only five duices

Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices

I hang out with real niggas

Like Silkk and C-Murder

TRU niggas, do niggas
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Like you niggas

Ghetto ass, lower class

Never hesitate to blast

And im so serious about my hustlin

Gots to have my cash

Can you imagin if I was broke

Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps

Id have my strap, running up in your door

Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars

Cuz big snoop 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 rock

Im draped in my army fatigue

Blowing on green trees

In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas

[Chorus x2]

[Silkk the Shocker]

Now look at murda, murda, murda

And this kill, kill, kill

This shits real

Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed

And mama always told me

If you aint down to ride with god

Down to die with god

You aint no mother fucking soldier

No limit datted on my back and my stomach

Cuz ima mother fucking fool

Uhhh, show me love

Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves

Well im coming out hard

I was coming out large

Seen this guy named van

I bring the pain

Look everybody coming out stars

See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe

In da house thinking about loop

I told niggas

Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot

Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail

If you a trip

I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool)

Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs

And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga

Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods

Now deal weed nigga

Strapped up in my fatigue

Cant hold me down

Don't even trip my nigga Snoop

If you a soldier now

Do what ya think bitch

For this tank bitch

I stay quick and work

And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead

That's why I do so much dirt

Snoop Dogg Ain't Nut'in Personal