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[Featuring C Murder  Silkk The Shocker] 
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

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