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