Ain't Nuttin' Personal Lyrics - Singles - Snoop Doggy Dogg

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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 

'cause ima mother fucking fool 

Uhhh, show me love 

'cause 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