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Snoop Dogg - Ain'T Nut'In Personal (Feat. Snoop Dogg & C-Murder) | Скачать MP3 бесплатно
Ain'T Nut'In Personal (Feat. Snoop Dogg & C-Murder)

Ain'T Nut'In Personal (Feat. Snoop Dogg & C-Murder)

Snoop Dogg

Длительность: 3:38
Год: 1998
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Kill-kill-kill
How many killas you got on your motherfuckin' payroll, nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit (biatch)

Nigga, nigga, I'm a rida
Ride with G's and ship keys overseas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk in da back of the 'Lac
With that AK Limousine tint, with a infared
Motherfuckers gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight
I'm a no limit soldier with TRU tatted in blood
I went to jail for years for movin', burnin' the drugs

Murda, murda, kill, kill, if you put me in danger
I ain't trippin' no, no limit niggas no strangers
I'm a tank representer 'til I'm history
Making playa hatas into a motherfuckin' memory
So throw 'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg, pass the mother fuckin' doja
Uh, I know you motherfuckin' feel me
C-Murder ain't gonna die, 'til a bitch nigga kill me

Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
Ain't nut'in personal junior, see, it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck
Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
Ain't nut'in personal junior, see, it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck

Now, how many niggas you know that can fuck around and die and come back (none)
They get hooked up with the number one rap label in rap, like that (ooh!)
Shit, I can't be duplicated, but I'm highly playa hated (that's right)
And I been reinstated and I thank God that I finally made it

Fated many niggas, just to get one mark
Remember, I'm that young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map (like that)
Never craps, only five deuces (five deuces)
I mix that Moët, white star, with them orange juices (gin, gin)

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 I'm so serious about my hustling, I gots to have my cash

Can you imagine if I was broke (if I was broke)
Shit, I wouldn't be bustin' no raps
I'd have my strap, running up in (take it up, nigga) your door
Takin' all your dough (uh-huh) and your gold and your cars

'Cause big Snoop Dog, ain't no mother fucking rapstar
See, I'm gangsta (gangsta) and you a notch a (you a notch)
And you a sucka (bitch ass nigga), and I rock (uh-huh)
I'm draped in my army fatigue, blowing on green trees (uh, uh, uh)
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hates

Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
Ain't nut'in personal junior, see, it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck
Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
Ain't nut'in personal junior, see, it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck

Now look at murder, murder, murder and this kill, kill, kill
This shits real, stay strapped and capped to 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 motherfuckin' soldier"
No Limit tatted on my back and my stomach 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' fool
Uhh, show me love 'cause when I make music with thugs, I make moves

For I was coming out hard, I was coming out larger (oh, god)
Seen this guy named Van, I bring the pain, look everybody coming out stars
See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe, conversatin' 'bout loot
I told niggas, rap shit isn't bad, I blast 'em, so I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga 'bout to raising hell and makin' mail
If you a trip, I told you I was making the shit on bail (that's cool)

Back up, nigga, can't flame that shit like drugs
And see I'm a nigga, I'm gonna hang like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and blood
Now deal weed, nigga, strapped up in my fatigue, can't hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga Snoop, nigga, you a soldier now
Do what ya think bitch, for this tank bitch, I stay puttin' in work
And I got No Limit tattooed on my fucking forehead
If I ain't do so much dirt

Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
Ain't nut'in personal junior, see, it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder
I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on deck