Snoop Dogg - Ghetto Symphony lyrics

[Snoop Dogg] Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit sh** Yeah.. We got my n***a Fiend in the house C-Murder in this motherf**er Mystikal all up in this b**h Goldie Loc, hm-hmm My nephew Silkk the Shocker Oh yeah, we got somethin for the ladies too Mia X, run this b**h [Mia X] Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army Guerilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna get to clappin, soldier action specialty of style We made the whole world respect the underground while some of y'all n***az talk sh** and get mad Cause we did it with a foot up your a**, and it's still there I cares not about your click or the block I'm still that same b**h to run up in your spot and knock you off Broad, with the cause (yeah) b**h on a mission Keep them n***az by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin Missin the game, damn b**h it's written in plain ebonics So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge Mia X, kickin off the ghetto symphony Next soldier up, tell em who the fu*k you be [Fiend] WHUT? It's Fiend y'all Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on Bleed on, exceed on! Weak rappers with titles after twelve Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on! Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin bomb Bringin harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again? I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans Oh damn, totin two pistols like Yosemite Sam Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can I would be the man, but Dogg beat me to them plans [Snoop Dogg] Next up, on the M-I-C C-Murder, get busy for the symphony [C-Murder] I be's that n***a on the tank, always trippin never slippin Have you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture Call me Bossalinie b*tch without the Mo's at shows And fu*k dose who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes three-hundred and sixty-five motherf**in days a year I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer You n***az runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo' I flip the bird when I swerve, man, fu*k them hoes I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that, sh** Oh you ain't see the news? sh** I'm the n***a with the TRU tat Ask my n***a Keno, sh**, I just don't give a f** And if you run up wrong, I'ma f** you up, you b**h you [Snoop Dogg] Next up, on the M-I-C Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony [Silkk the Shocker] Now would I COME THIS FAR fu*kER? If I didn't sound like a hit Y'all didn't know what the f** y'all thinkin bout You sound like a b**h (beotch!) sh** it sound like a wish, you know when you got a motherf**in hit, b**h?? When it sound like this! Or you fake n***az get enough heart, and try to bust a rhyme at this click f** around and miss, then f** around and get found in a ditch Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much Freestyle sh**, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre n***a Y'all can relate to ??? ??? get a contract like, MJ n***a n***a where you from? You sweata, fu*k YOU AT? N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm fu*kIN with that [Snoop Dogg] Next up, on the M-I-C Mystikal get busy on the symphony [Mystikal] WHOO sh*t MOTHERfu*kER GOD DAMN!! I keep it HYYYYYYPE, b*tch I'M THE MAN! When the fu*k you ever heard somebody say that they don't say my song or that I don't roll on every f**in person RAPPIN ON (That n***a Mystikal tighter than a muh'f**er) HAHHHHH? I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LL's _Bad_ ??Nee?? n***a to be pissed off with me cause their old lady they call me their baby MC's pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm their FAVORITE The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC And chop you in your motherf**in face (HIII-YAH) Your album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE fu*k IS YOU PUSHIN? You played out just like old woman p**y [Snoop Dogg] Next up, on the M-I-C Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony [Goldie Loc] Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin with my stress Fold em f** em fifty, get the sh** up off my chest Releasin anger, all natural gangsta energy Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game Motherf**ers better start backin up (whattup whattup) We in the Tank punk busters, motherf**ers don't wanna see us loc'd up Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to g**n [Snoop Dogg] Last up, I believe that's me Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony This jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics That thought I wasn't comin, out with some exquisite, rhymes But that's OK, cause now I'm back To k** all the rumors, and straighten the facts Like umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bank Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that somethin Dogg I bought yo' album, my n***a, that sh** is bumpin I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?" sh** I'm settin it off, lettin it off, bustin Hustlin, rushin, dustin motherf**ers Droppin the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do? Top of the line, first cla** I pop a cap in yo' a**, then pop some more in the gla** Too legit to quit, I'm spittin gangsta sh** Man f** all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin No Limit, yeah, that's what's happenin f** all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin Yeah In the real world, talk is cheap Actions speak louder than words No Limit Records, here to protect and serve