(feat. C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker)    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  Cuz 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  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  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  Cuz ima mother fucking fool  Uhhh, show me love  Cuz 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