C-murder Ain`t Nuttin` Personal Lyrics

Ain`t Nuttin` 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 

 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