Crooked Eye - Ain't Nut'in Personal lyrics

k** k** k** [Snoop] How many k**as you got on your mother f**in pay roll n***a? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker No limit (b*atch) [C-Murder] n***a n***a 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 f**er 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 d** Murda murda, k** k** If you put me in danger I ain't trippin noo No limit n***as no strangers I'ma tank representer till im history Making playa hatas into a mother f**ing memory So throw'em up if you a soldier And Snoop Dogg pa** tha mother f**ing dolja I know you mother f**ing feel me C-murder ain't gonna die, till a b**h n***a k** me [Chorus x2] k**-k**-k** Murda-murda-murda Ain't nut'in personal tru See it's all about respect k**-k**-k** Murda-murda-murda Im never got slippin Keep my heat on the dash [Snoop] Now, how many n***as you know that can f** around And die and come back They get hooked up with the number one rap label And rap, like that sh** 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 n***as, just to get one back Remember im that young n***a 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 n***as Like Silkk and C-Murder TRU n***as, do n***as Like you n***as Ghetto a**, lower cla** Never hesitate to blast And im so serious about my hustlin Gots to have my cash Can you imagin if I was broke sh** 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, Ain't no mother f**ing rap star See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch) And you a s**a(b**h a** n***a), 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 k**, k**, k** This sh**s 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 mother f**ing soldier No limit datted on my back and my stomach Cuz ima mother f**ing 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 n***as Rap sh** isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot Just a young n***a bout raising hell and makin mail If you a trip I told you I was making this sh** on bail (that's cool) Back up n***a, can't flame that sh** like d** And see ima n***a, im gonna hang like a n***a Bang that sh** like it was crips and bloods Now deal weed n***a Strapped up in my fatigue Can't hold me down Don't even trip my n***a Snoop If you a soldier now Do what ya think b**h For this tank b**h I stay quick and work And I got No Limit scattered on my f**ing forehead That's why I do so much dirt