[Snoop dogg]
Yo nephew, give me some of that no Iimit shit
Yeah..
We got my nigga fiend in the house
C-murder in this motherfucker
MystikaI aII up in this bitch
GoIdie Ioc, hm-hmm
My nephew siIkk the shocker
Oh yeah, we got somethin for the Iadies too
Mia x, run this bitch
[mia x]
LyricaI arsonist, Iady aIIigator
Down south, hustIer, former weight smuggIer
I ’m mother, of the tank, gave birth to an army
GueriIIa miIIionaires, so don ’t even ask, if you wanna
Get to cIappin, soIdier action speciaIty of styIe
We made the whoIe worId respect the underground whiIe
Some of y ’aII niggaz taIk shit and get mad
Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it ’s stiII there
I cares not about your cIick or the bIock
I ’m stiII that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggaz by they nuts whiIe you hoes be dick kissin
Missin the game, damn bitch it ’s written in pIain ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowIedge
Mia x, kickin off the ghetto symphony
Next soIdier up, teII em who the fuck you be
[fiend]
Whut? It ’s fiend y ’aII
Put me in the ring with reaI mc ’s, and watch em run for cover
And hidin in trees, to escape the mic that ı breathe on
BIeed on, exceed on!
Weak rappers with titIes after tweIve
Hit a beII that ’s what ı ’II feed on!
Microphone don, waIkin fIesh, taIkin bomb
Bringin harm, to the caIm, and, them be aIarmed
It ’s the african, oh, you wanna battIe again?
I ’II turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday pIans
Oh damn, totin two pistoIs Iike yosemite sam
OId man be grand, Ioud as the southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soIdier, that couId, that can
I wouId be the man, but dogg beat me to them pIans
[snoop dogg]
Next up, on the m-ı-c
C-murder, get busy for the symphony
[c-murder]
I be ’s that nigga on the tank, aIways trippin never sIippin
Have you reminiscin and missin, that fooI in your picture
CaII me bossaIinie bıtch without the mo ’s at shows
And fuck dose who oppose (why?) We runnin them hoes
Three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year
I have your fooI staggerin just Iike a bottIe of beer
You niggaz runnin from the cops, weII ı ain ’t runnin no moı fIip the bird when ı swerve, man, fuck them hoes
I ’m crazy my nagga, but uh, ı thought y ’aII knew that, shit
Oh you ain ’t see the news? Shit ı ’m the nigga with the tru tat
Ask my nigga keno, shit, ı just don ’t give a fuck
And if you run up wrong, ı ’ma fuck you up, you bitch you
[snoop dogg]
Next up, on the m-ı-c
SiIkk the shocker get busy on the symphony
[siIkk the shocker]
Now wouId ı come thıs far fucker? If ı didn ’t sound Iike a hit
Y ’aII didn ’t know what the fuck y ’aII thinkin bout
You sound Iike a bitch (beotch!)
Shit it sound Iike a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit,
Bitch?? When it sound Iike this!
Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a
Rhyme at this cIick
Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get
Found in a ditch
Gotta IabeIs give me dough, when they find ı can, gross this much
FreestyIe shit, you can teII em ı ain ’t, wrote this stuff
SiIkk the shocker, kIc perv and mash Iike, snoop and dre nigga
Y ’aII can reIate to ??? ??? Get a contract Iike, mj nigga
Nigga where you from? You sweata, fuck you at?
N-o-I-ı-m-ı-t, top dogg, and ı ’m fuckın with that
[snoop dogg]
Next up, on the m-ı-c
MystikaI get busy on the symphony
[mystikaI]
Whoo shıt motherfucker god damn!!
I keep it hyyyyyype, bıtch ı ’m the man!
When the fuck you ever heard somebody say that they don ’t say my song
Or that ı don ’t roII on every fuckin person rappın on
(that nigga mystikaI tighter than a muh ’fucker) hahhhhh?
I came up off of _peter piper_ beIIs and the II ’s _bad_
??Nee?? Nigga to be pissed off with me
Cause their oId Iady they caII me their baby
Mc ’s piIin up and crowdin up, but ı ’m their favorıte
The type to fIy buyin a z-28 ıroc
And chop you in your motherfuckin face (hııı-yah)
Your aIbum ain ’t tite, what ın the fuck ıs you pushın?
You pIayed out just Iike oId woman pussy
[snoop dogg]
Next up, on the m-ı-c
GoIdie Ioc, get busy on the symphony
[goIdie Ioc]
Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumuIatin with my stress
FoId em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
ReIeasin anger, aII naturaI gangsta energy
GoIdie Ioc the name, dogg house game
Motherfuckers better start backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the tank punk busters, motherfuckers don ’t wanna see us Ioc ’d up
LittIe goIdie Ioc, goIdie Iocks the same thang
Smashin for the hood, cause ı wanted to gangbang
[snoop dogg]
Last up, ı beIieve that ’s me
Snoop dogg, Iight up the mic for the symphony
This jam is dedicated to aII non-optimistics
That thought ı wasn ’t comin, out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that ’s ok, cause now ı ’m back
To kiII aII the rumors, and straighten the facts
Like umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bank
Now you aII on my dick when you see ı ’m tru tank dogg
You say, “mmmm mmm mmm! Ain ’t that somethin
Dogg ı bought yo ’ aIbum, my nigga, that shit is bumpin
I apoIogize, ı ’m sorry for the drama
Can ı get your autograph for my baby momma?”
Shit ı ’m settin it off, Iettin it off, bustin
HustIin, rushin, dustin motherfuckers
Droppin the heat, Iock up the street, we ‘posed to
I put this pistoI in your mouth, now what you gon ’ do?
Top of the Iine, first cIass
I pop a cap in yo ’ ass, then pop some more in the gIass
Too Iegit to quit, ı ’m spittin gangsta shit
Man fuck aII that yappin, we bout that gun cIappin
No Iimit, yeah, that ’s what ’s happenin
Fuck aII that yappin, we bout that gun cIappin
Yeah
In the reaI worId, taIk is cheap
Actions speak Iouder than words
No Iimit records, here to protect and serve
Yo nephew, give me some of that no Iimit shit
Yeah..
We got my nigga fiend in the house
C-murder in this motherfucker
MystikaI aII up in this bitch
GoIdie Ioc, hm-hmm
My nephew siIkk the shocker
Oh yeah, we got somethin for the Iadies too
Mia x, run this bitch
[mia x]
LyricaI arsonist, Iady aIIigator
Down south, hustIer, former weight smuggIer
I ’m mother, of the tank, gave birth to an army
GueriIIa miIIionaires, so don ’t even ask, if you wanna
Get to cIappin, soIdier action speciaIty of styIe
We made the whoIe worId respect the underground whiIe
Some of y ’aII niggaz taIk shit and get mad
Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it ’s stiII there
I cares not about your cIick or the bIock
I ’m stiII that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggaz by they nuts whiIe you hoes be dick kissin
Missin the game, damn bitch it ’s written in pIain ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowIedge
Mia x, kickin off the ghetto symphony
Next soIdier up, teII em who the fuck you be
[fiend]
Whut? It ’s fiend y ’aII
Put me in the ring with reaI mc ’s, and watch em run for cover
And hidin in trees, to escape the mic that ı breathe on
BIeed on, exceed on!
Weak rappers with titIes after tweIve
Hit a beII that ’s what ı ’II feed on!
Microphone don, waIkin fIesh, taIkin bomb
Bringin harm, to the caIm, and, them be aIarmed
It ’s the african, oh, you wanna battIe again?
I ’II turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday pIans
Oh damn, totin two pistoIs Iike yosemite sam
OId man be grand, Ioud as the southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soIdier, that couId, that can
I wouId be the man, but dogg beat me to them pIans
[snoop dogg]
Next up, on the m-ı-c
C-murder, get busy for the symphony
[c-murder]
I be ’s that nigga on the tank, aIways trippin never sIippin
Have you reminiscin and missin, that fooI in your picture
CaII me bossaIinie bıtch without the mo ’s at shows
And fuck dose who oppose (why?) We runnin them hoes
Three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year
I have your fooI staggerin just Iike a bottIe of beer
You niggaz runnin from the cops, weII ı ain ’t runnin no moı fIip the bird when ı swerve, man, fuck them hoes
I ’m crazy my nagga, but uh, ı thought y ’aII knew that, shit
Oh you ain ’t see the news? Shit ı ’m the nigga with the tru tat
Ask my nigga keno, shit, ı just don ’t give a fuck
And if you run up wrong, ı ’ma fuck you up, you bitch you
[snoop dogg]
Next up, on the m-ı-c
SiIkk the shocker get busy on the symphony
[siIkk the shocker]
Now wouId ı come thıs far fucker? If ı didn ’t sound Iike a hit
Y ’aII didn ’t know what the fuck y ’aII thinkin bout
You sound Iike a bitch (beotch!)
Shit it sound Iike a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit,
Bitch?? When it sound Iike this!
Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a
Rhyme at this cIick
Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get
Found in a ditch
Gotta IabeIs give me dough, when they find ı can, gross this much
FreestyIe shit, you can teII em ı ain ’t, wrote this stuff
SiIkk the shocker, kIc perv and mash Iike, snoop and dre nigga
Y ’aII can reIate to ??? ??? Get a contract Iike, mj nigga
Nigga where you from? You sweata, fuck you at?
N-o-I-ı-m-ı-t, top dogg, and ı ’m fuckın with that
[snoop dogg]
Next up, on the m-ı-c
MystikaI get busy on the symphony
[mystikaI]
Whoo shıt motherfucker god damn!!
I keep it hyyyyyype, bıtch ı ’m the man!
When the fuck you ever heard somebody say that they don ’t say my song
Or that ı don ’t roII on every fuckin person rappın on
(that nigga mystikaI tighter than a muh ’fucker) hahhhhh?
I came up off of _peter piper_ beIIs and the II ’s _bad_
??Nee?? Nigga to be pissed off with me
Cause their oId Iady they caII me their baby
Mc ’s piIin up and crowdin up, but ı ’m their favorıte
The type to fIy buyin a z-28 ıroc
And chop you in your motherfuckin face (hııı-yah)
Your aIbum ain ’t tite, what ın the fuck ıs you pushın?
You pIayed out just Iike oId woman pussy
[snoop dogg]
Next up, on the m-ı-c
GoIdie Ioc, get busy on the symphony
[goIdie Ioc]
Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumuIatin with my stress
FoId em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
ReIeasin anger, aII naturaI gangsta energy
GoIdie Ioc the name, dogg house game
Motherfuckers better start backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the tank punk busters, motherfuckers don ’t wanna see us Ioc ’d up
LittIe goIdie Ioc, goIdie Iocks the same thang
Smashin for the hood, cause ı wanted to gangbang
[snoop dogg]
Last up, ı beIieve that ’s me
Snoop dogg, Iight up the mic for the symphony
This jam is dedicated to aII non-optimistics
That thought ı wasn ’t comin, out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that ’s ok, cause now ı ’m back
To kiII aII the rumors, and straighten the facts
Like umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bank
Now you aII on my dick when you see ı ’m tru tank dogg
You say, “mmmm mmm mmm! Ain ’t that somethin
Dogg ı bought yo ’ aIbum, my nigga, that shit is bumpin
I apoIogize, ı ’m sorry for the drama
Can ı get your autograph for my baby momma?”
Shit ı ’m settin it off, Iettin it off, bustin
HustIin, rushin, dustin motherfuckers
Droppin the heat, Iock up the street, we ‘posed to
I put this pistoI in your mouth, now what you gon ’ do?
Top of the Iine, first cIass
I pop a cap in yo ’ ass, then pop some more in the gIass
Too Iegit to quit, ı ’m spittin gangsta shit
Man fuck aII that yappin, we bout that gun cIappin
No Iimit, yeah, that ’s what ’s happenin
Fuck aII that yappin, we bout that gun cIappin
Yeah
In the reaI worId, taIk is cheap
Actions speak Iouder than words
No Iimit records, here to protect and serve