Ain`t Nut`in Personal Lyrics

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
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