(feat. KoKane, Snoop Dogg and Tha Eastsidaz)

Hoody-hoo!

C-Murder, wassup ^!$$%?
You know how we doin
No Limit D-P-G-C

For the R-2-G
Yeah, thats right, check this out my ^!$$%
What? what? hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaa

Oh %#@!

Verse 1: Snoop Dogg


I sees the ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s'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 ^!$$%

Especially one that's 'bout a dollar bill ^!$$%
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 (^!$$%)
I'm here to shead it , get down
Right now (what?)

TRU mother$#&@in records (who?) in in effect with the Dogg Pound (DPG)
We're open now
And all you ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@er 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 ^!$$%s don't give a $#&@
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 ^!$$% 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 $$#ault
I want it all like my dog, fresh socks and growth

(*##$es jockin' how I ball, %#@! 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


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Verse 3: C-Murder


I'ma steal this boo, when the cops behind me
It's kill or be killed, but them ^!$$%s can't find me
It's a test everyday, from the South to the West
^!$$%s mad, 'cause my ^!$$% Snoop is labelled the best
Guess what? OG, in the game of rap

And everytime that i see 'em, I get a ^!$$% dept
Whats up, to my partners Tray Deee and Goldie Loc
Quick mother$#&@in' ^!$$%s, 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 %#@! to get paid
You might die, but it all, goes along with the job
Even ride, do whatever it takes to survive
You a (*##$! If you snitch on your friends

But you a true mother$#&@er, you don't $#&@ with the pigs

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C-Murder talks 'till fade