Ain't Nut'in Personal Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song Ain't Nut'in Personal as performed together by Snoop Dogg&C-Murder&Silkk the Shocker

Lyrics to song Ain't Nut'in Personal by Snoop Dogg 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