Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Nut'n Personal , by - C-Murder. Song from the album Oldies but Goodies, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопAin't Nut'n Personal |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: C-Murder
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Snoop Dogg
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Silkk The Shocker