Ain't Nut'in Personal Lyrics - C-murder

Kill, kill, kill 

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

Snoop Dogg, C-Murder and Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch 

Nigga nigga I'ma rida, ride with G's 

And ship keys overseas by the three's 

Keep an eye on my enemies 

Snoop and Silk in da back of the Lac 

With that AKs limosine tint with a infra-red 

Mother fucker gonna die tonight 

That's why I smoke weed get high tonight 

I'ma no limit soldier with tru dated in blood 

I went to jail for years, for movin' bundles a drugs 

Murda murda, kill, kill if you put me in danger 

I ain't trippin' on and ain't be needin' no strangers 

I'ma tank representer till I'm history 

Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory 

So throw 'em up if you a soldier 

And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha 

I know you mother fucking feel me 

C-murder ain't gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash 

Now how many niggaz you know that can fuck around 

And die and come back? 

Then get hooked up with the number one 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 mack 

Remember I'm that young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map 

He never craps, only five deuces 

I mix that Moet, white star with them orange juices 

I hang out with real niggas like Silk and C-Murder 

Tru niggas, do niggas like you niggas 

Ghetto ass, lower class never hesitate to blast 

And I'm 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 

I'd have my strap running up in your fuckin' throat 

Takin' all your dough and your gold and your cars 

'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no mother fucking rap star 

See I'ma gangsta and you are not 

And you a sucka and I rock 

I'm draped in my army fatigues blowing on green trees 

In the Navigator and keep the heat for them paper hatas 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash 

Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill, kill 

Shit's real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed 

And mama always told me if you ain't down to ride with God 

Down to die with God you ain't no mother fucking soldier 

No limit datted on my back and my stomach 

'Cuz I'ma mother fucking fool, uh, show me love 

'Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves 

Told you I was coming out hard I was coming out large 

Seen this guy named Van I bring the pain 'em 

Everybody coming out stars 

See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe 

Conversatin' about loop 

I told niggas rap shit isn't bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot 

Just a young nigga 'bout raising hell and makin' mail 

You a trip I told you I was doing this shit on bail, it's cool 

Back up nigga, can't flame that shit like drugs 

And see I'ma nigga, I'm gonna hang like a nigga 

Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods 

Now deal weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue can't 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 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect 

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda 

I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash 

Kill, kill, kill