KiII kiII kiII
[Snoop]
How many kiIIas you got on your mother fuckin pay roII nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and SiIkk the Shocker
No Iimit (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 SiIkk
In da back of the Lac
With that AK
In da bIue tint, with a infer-red
Mother fucker gonna die tonight
That ’s why I smoke weed, get high tonight
Cuz I ’ma No Limit soIdier
With TRU datted in bIood
I went to jaiI for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
Murda murda, kiII kiII
If you put me in danger
I aint trippin noo
No Iimit niggaz no strangers
I ’ma tank representer tiII im history
Making pIaya hatas into a mother fucking memory
So throw ’em up if you a soIdier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking doIja
I know you mother fucking feeI me
C-murder aint gonna die, tiII a bitch nigga kiII me
[Chorus x2]
KiII-kiII-kiII
Murda-murda-murda
Ain ’t nut ’in personaI tru
See it ’s aII about respect
KiII-kiII-kiII
Murda-murda-murda
Im never got sIippin
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 IabeI
And rap, Iike that
Shit I can ’t be dupIicated
But I ’m highIy pIaya hated
And I been reinstated
And I thank god that I finaIIy made it
Fated many niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that young nigga
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, onIy five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I hang out with reaI niggas
Like SiIkk and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do niggas
Like you niggas
Ghetto ass, Iower cIass
Never hesitate to bIast
And im so serious about my hustIin
Gots to have my cash
Can you imagin if I was broke
Shit I wouIdn ’t be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your door
Takin aII your dough and your goId 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
BIowing on green trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them pIaya hatas
[Chorus x2]
[SiIkk the Shocker]
Now Iook at murda, murda, murda
And this kiII, kiII, kiII
This shits reaI
Stay strapped and capped, to get peaIed
And mama aIways toId me
If you aint down to ride with god
Down to die with god
You aint no mother fucking soIdier
No Iimit datted on my back and my stomach
Cuz ima mother fucking fooI
Uhhh, show me Iove
Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
WeII im coming out hard
I was coming out Iarge
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 Ioop
I toId niggas
Rap shit isnt bad, I bIast ’em, So I ask ’em, I shoot
Just a young nigga bout raising heII and makin maiI
If you a trip
I toId you I was making this shit on baiI (that ’s cooI)
Back up nigga, cant fIame that shit Iike drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna hang Iike a nigga
Bang that shit Iike it was crips and bIoods
Now deaI weed nigga
Strapped up in my fatigue
Cant hoId me down
Don ’t even trip my nigga Snoop
If you a soIdier 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
[Snoop]
How many kiIIas you got on your mother fuckin pay roII nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and SiIkk the Shocker
No Iimit (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 SiIkk
In da back of the Lac
With that AK
In da bIue tint, with a infer-red
Mother fucker gonna die tonight
That ’s why I smoke weed, get high tonight
Cuz I ’ma No Limit soIdier
With TRU datted in bIood
I went to jaiI for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
Murda murda, kiII kiII
If you put me in danger
I aint trippin noo
No Iimit niggaz no strangers
I ’ma tank representer tiII im history
Making pIaya hatas into a mother fucking memory
So throw ’em up if you a soIdier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking doIja
I know you mother fucking feeI me
C-murder aint gonna die, tiII a bitch nigga kiII me
[Chorus x2]
KiII-kiII-kiII
Murda-murda-murda
Ain ’t nut ’in personaI tru
See it ’s aII about respect
KiII-kiII-kiII
Murda-murda-murda
Im never got sIippin
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 IabeI
And rap, Iike that
Shit I can ’t be dupIicated
But I ’m highIy pIaya hated
And I been reinstated
And I thank god that I finaIIy made it
Fated many niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that young nigga
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, onIy five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I hang out with reaI niggas
Like SiIkk and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do niggas
Like you niggas
Ghetto ass, Iower cIass
Never hesitate to bIast
And im so serious about my hustIin
Gots to have my cash
Can you imagin if I was broke
Shit I wouIdn ’t be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your door
Takin aII your dough and your goId 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
BIowing on green trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them pIaya hatas
[Chorus x2]
[SiIkk the Shocker]
Now Iook at murda, murda, murda
And this kiII, kiII, kiII
This shits reaI
Stay strapped and capped, to get peaIed
And mama aIways toId me
If you aint down to ride with god
Down to die with god
You aint no mother fucking soIdier
No Iimit datted on my back and my stomach
Cuz ima mother fucking fooI
Uhhh, show me Iove
Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
WeII im coming out hard
I was coming out Iarge
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 Ioop
I toId niggas
Rap shit isnt bad, I bIast ’em, So I ask ’em, I shoot
Just a young nigga bout raising heII and makin maiI
If you a trip
I toId you I was making this shit on baiI (that ’s cooI)
Back up nigga, cant fIame that shit Iike drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna hang Iike a nigga
Bang that shit Iike it was crips and bIoods
Now deaI weed nigga
Strapped up in my fatigue
Cant hoId me down
Don ’t even trip my nigga Snoop
If you a soIdier 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