Snoop Dogg - Ain't Nut'in Personal Lyrics
Kill kill kill[snoop]How many killas you got on your mother *****in pay roll nigga?Snoop dogg, c-murder, and silkk the shockerNo limit (biatch)[c-murder]Nigga nigga ima ridaRide with gsAnd ship keys over seas by the threesKeep an eye on my enemiesSnoop and silkkIn da back of the lacWith that akIn da blue tint, with a infer-redMother *****er gonna die tonightThats why I smoke weed, get high tonightCuz ima no limit soldierWith tru datted in bloodI went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugsMurda murda, kill killIf you put me in dangerI aint trippin nooNo limit niggaz no strangersIma tank representer till Im historyMaking playa hatas into a mother *****ing memorySo throwem up if you a soldierAnd snoop dogg pass tha mother *****ing doljaI know you mother *****ing feel meC-murder aint gonna die, till a ***** nigga kill me[chorus x2]Kill-kill-killMurda-murda-murdaAint nutin personal truSee its all about respectKill-kill-killMurda-murda-murdaIm never got slippinKeep my heat on the dash[snoop]Now, how many niggaz you know that can ***** aroundAnd die and come backThey get hooked up with the number one rap labelAnd rap, like thatShit I cant be duplicatedBut Im highly playa hatedAnd I been reinstatedAnd I thank God that I finally made itFated many niggas, just to get one backRemember Im that young niggaThat put gangsta rap on the mapNever craps, only five duicesMix that moet, white star, with them orange juicesI hang out with real niggasLike silkk and c-murderTru niggas, do niggasLike you niggasGhetto ass, lower classNever hesitate to blastAnd Im so serious about my hustlinGots to have my cashCan you imagin if I was brokeShit I wouldnt be bustin no rapsId have my strap, running up in your doorTakin all your dough and your gold and your carsCuz big snoop dogg, aint no mother *****ing rap starSee ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)And you a sucka(***** ass nigga), and I rockIm draped in my army fatigueBlowing on green treesIn the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas[chorus x2][silkk the shocker]Now look at murda, murda, murdaAnd this kill, kill, killThis shits realStay strapped and capped, to get pealedAnd mama always told meIf you aint down to ride with godDown to die with godYou aint no mother *****ing soldierNo limit datted on my back and my stomachCuz ima mother *****ing foolUhhh, show me loveCuz when I make music with thugs, I make movesWell Im coming out hardI was coming out largeSeen this guy named vanI bring the painLook everybody coming out starsSee now me, c, and snoop in da coupeIn da house thinking about loopI told niggasRap shit isnt bad, I blastem, so I askem, I shootJust a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mailIf you a tripI told you I was making this shit on bail (thats cool)Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugsAnd see ima nigga, Im gonna hang like a niggaBang that shit like it was crips and bloodsNow deal weed niggaStrapped up in my fatigueCant hold me downDont even trip my nigga snoopIf you a soldier nowDo what ya think *****For this tank *****I stay quick and workAnd I got no limit scattered on my *****ing foreheadThats why I do so much dirt
