Hoody-hoo!
   C-Murder, wassup nigga?
   You know how we doin
   No Limit D-P-G-C
   For the R-2-G
   Yeah, thats right, check this out my nigga
   What? what? hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaa
   Oh shit
  
   Verse 1: Snoop Dogg
  
   I sees the nigga on the tank with the bank and the cash
   A house down South, where I plants my stash
   Gold medallions locked up with hash
   And the best weed you never had, haha
   I'm, lookin at mu wody its about that time
   Master P hooked me up so now I got to get mine
   These diamonds on my neck let you know I'm fine
   But man, I'm so anxious like genuine
   Rap lables, turn tables, it's all a fable
   So many niggas'll sell their soul for a gold cable
   I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes
   Spit at you about these issues, I bless you
   I'm not here to diss you, the issue is relevent
   This cold world'll make you kill a nigga
   Especially one that's 'bout a dollar bill nigga
   Do you got it? do you want it? Do you need it?
   Or will you get it? I get it
   Big Snoop Dogg said it (nigga)
   I'm here to shead it , get down
   Right now (what?)
   TRU motherfuckin records (who?) in in effect with the Dogg Pound (DPG)
   We're open now
   And all you niggas from the ghetto lookin' up at me
   And can't believe I went from nothin' to somethin', believe it G!
   Picture it, see it, touch it
   And watch how a real motherfucker does it
  
   Chorus:KoKane
  
   It's like kill or be killed, in this here concrete jungle
   For black folks, sometimes no don't love no one
   But if I die before it's time, let it be known, let it be shown
   I was true to the game full blow
   And you know....
  
   Verse 2: Eastsidaz
  
   Goldie Loc:
  
   Yeah, real niggas don't give a fuck
   Wassup? keep it crackin', lil Tray Deee
   Bang back lil' homies, don't let them get your chest seen
   Watch your homies they waitin for you to slip
   If I was sellin' in yo' shoes them nigga would have been the trip
   Ghetto see ridin', rollin' till the sun come up
   No second thoughts about my killin'
   I'm the first to duck
   Blue rag damp ni'a in every one of my pockets
   Throwin' up high in the sky
   Known you pissed off
  
   Tray Deee:
  
   It ain't no fakin of mine
   It's what I place on the line
   Paper chase is a crime
   So ain't takin' no time
   It's all out till I fall out, full assault
   I want it all like my dog, fresh socks and growth
   Bitches jockin' how I ball, shit drops the chrome
   Blazin' chronic, sippin' tonic, how we live for the three
   On the street corner, heat, 'cause it's kill or seek he
  
   chorus
  
   Verse 3: C-Murder
  
   I'ma steal this boo, when the cops behind me
   It's kill or be killed, but them niggas can't find me
   It's a test everyday, from the South to the West
   Niggas mad, 'cause my nigga Snoop is labelled the best
   Guess what? OG, in the game of rap
   And everytime that i see 'em, I get a nigga dept
   Whats up, to my partners Tray Deee and Goldie Loc
   Quick motherfuckin' niggas, always gon' smoke
   In the concrete jungle, man you know where it's at
   It's the place, where you wanna leave, don't wanna be at
   Believe that, you can check in, but you can't check out
   Like Rae, everybody doin' their own shit to get paid
   You might die, but it all, goes along with the job
   Even ride, do whatever it takes to survive
   You a bitch! If you snitch on your friends
   But you a true motherfucker, you don't fuck with the pigs
  
   chorus
  
   C-Murder talks 'till fade