1.Gang Bangin Ass Criminal
Yeah, daz dillinger
I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit
What y'all niggas don't even know about
And now you ？feels？ to know about,
What we call gangsta rap
But this is for the niggas who was down from day one
Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers
I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day,
Tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed,
A fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas
To get your money man, get paid
These motherfuckers are cut off welfare
How are we go eat if we don't cheat
These (？) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas
lives
Striking us out from left to right
With no motherfucking one in sight
Fuck that!!
Sell your dope
Get your jack on, get your sack on,
Put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas
Cause it's on
God dammit it's on
Now what the hell you bout to go youngster
Go ride nigga
Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now
Ay come on bad a$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga
Ay ay nigga
What's up nigga (what's up)
Ay nigga
Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (word)
Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga
(man i take my baby inside today man)
What's up
Nigga
Nigga, ay, we can't realy talk right now tough nigga (alright)
But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga
The big man hoe nigga
Be there nigga
Yeah
Least half these punk ass....
Motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin'
The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar.
Man i ain't trying to go for shit
(eastside)
I'm coming through your zone late night, shit
Dogg pound gangsta to flame the light shit
Cause i hold on,
I'm 20 feet tall
The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed
Get shoot
Don't try to sneak a peak in my book
(？home at hose？) , overdose the thoughts when he look
The forbidden
The hittin' zone that i'm hitting
Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (？slittin'？)
(？)
So i only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb
Vietnam
I bring the pain rains no (？)
Execution style is the shells from the heat veal
Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies
Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money
It's nothing but the dogg pound gangstas
Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes
I arise in disguise to surprise that ass
What you thought you caught me short
I might ride to blast
With the canna
We let the shit all up in your nuts
When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots
Got to stop for my gate
With (？) of break
Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed
Rip the gates
Go flip the page to chapter three
First groove, they fools can't come after me
I mash to free,
Styles of catastrophe
Ask for g
A nigga best to answer me
My rip long as the beach that i represent
Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this
Now o yeah tray deee
I mean i see the whole plot
Be on alert, niggas shot
Anywhere under that nigga caught
So drop the microphone on my own
I shown to blown
Away for these mc's with the sludge of a chrome
I take the fang
Down on my own lyrical name
When the sees are changed ,
When the storms and hurricanes
Wide strand
Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise
(？)
Skatin' on mics like ice
Twice in the day
I get drunk,
(？) of plastic bags
Sack in the truck
Because the rhyme as claim
I shit buck like the doctor
Coming through
Bouncin' with the droptop
Like gangstas chillin on the block
Nah, we ain't worry for shit
Got escape doors like capone
Whit chick your dick on my clip
Forty-fives and nives
Three-eighties and automatics
Sniveling, coming through for you
When your boys with some stats
I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama
Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter
Ought to be known as daz dillinger
For the shit that i known for
A dogg pound criminal
Now if the spot's hot
I hit the switch make the topdrop
Don't stop
It's soopafly with the sho shot
Won't stop
I got ya whole shit to
Look and listen
I rendition the rhymes with precision
You can't face
Amaze me a place like a saddle
It's dogg pound ganstas (？) like a shadow
I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick
I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique
You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve
You'll try to step to my wild style seperve
Adjective the verve
Action pack with the words
I'll make it stop
The jaws drop and observe
I sold the block for crook, daz, style and tray deee
We be coming with the shit
That be the bomb baby
And ain't a dogg pound gangsta will knock you to the flow
Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know
Now i know you, know you,
Stupid as fuck
Cock, bust like a sawed off punk,
Double barrel on 'em
Black gambinos at casinos
Get de niro on 'em
If i want 'em
I go get 'em
If i gotta shot a nine
Twice, that's what i rhyme like
My clip ain't empty
Do try to test the ridah
Nativity simply
Bust, i lead inside ya
Find ya
Fear them, frightened for your life
With your last few
Live with hot live from gunblast
Outlaws, outcast
Low life, south last
Long beach niggas blast
Yeah the b-side is right
The most, the coast
The west, the best
We damn bitches
Sippin', hittin' switches
Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas
Itchy fingers on triggers
Itty, bitty niggas
Ready for war
We kick down your door
Draw eatin'
Lay everybody down on the floor
The same thing, different place
With snakes, cowards and strong grown
Robbery cases, niggas faces
On paperchase
It was seen, it was written
It ain't forbidden
For homies to be splittin'
Disagree, no one was hitten
Known with the curls
The many obstacles
Impressions to the feet from gettin' served
Growing up is rough
Your name
Here's the streets it gets tough
You can (？) and (？)
Then i guess you had enough
Over (？)
It ain't coincidental that i be distorted
And my manual
Minds
Is for seein', so i watch
Bodies and plots
Win the plots
Call the shots for your nuts
Nigga grips
That's why i (？) my dippin' progress
Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress
I just ain't the one mystic to hit
Young jonesy sees
Who i got a mission to hit
And constantly flips scripts
Outta wall with balls fast talkin'
And quick draws
How the problem is solved
I want it all (i want it all)
But it's movin' to slow
I'm out to blow
I don't know which way to go,
Was on the right path
I thought
Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught
('getting caught' echoes)
2.It's Going Down
Ahh shit!
Yeh
Everywhere i go
Nuff gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen？
I haffa watch my back
Too much crack seen？
Watch yourself cuz nuff home-icide a gwan in de area
I hear some niggaz clockin major on the other side of town
Strictly slidin for a proper come up to come around
Called up the homies from way back, who dream of gettin paid
Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 g's
6：30 layin in cut, prepare to get ready
Me and ty grew up, mashin to get our feddi
Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor
Make sure my homies get away smooth with the dough
A hardcore motherfucker raised up not knowin
Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin dope and hoein
Moms can't tell me shit, i make the rules that i live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus i got high
The homies influenced me to be the g of all g's
Perfectedly innovated to all my homies
Pull out the riviera, plus i kick up dust
Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, cock back and bust
It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the eastside
Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine
Pull on the 7 carter with the homey flossy floss
He's the homey from the beach who's known for takin off
Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge
Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder
I mean, takin life for life, cause it's right
Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin
Chorus： repeat 2x
It's some gangsta shit, that's going down
Homicide, straight murder／homicide
It's some gangsta shit, here in this town
Word on the street is that them dpg niggaz shot they homeboy
Now the only sound in the town is gunfire
Going down i sport the crown i give it up on motherfuckers
When i roll through i thought you knew about them doggs in blue
Now forty-five, niggaz bought em by the spot
I'm on alert i'm down to work every nigga that i shot
Niggaz skied out quick, around the block who know we comin back
Post up early on the attack
Slowly but surely spot an enemy slippin out his domain
Rode up on him and let him see the twelve gauge
The homey ty banged him on gp because we stuffed him then we
bagged him
Cause he violated the rule of the streets
Two redrums under my belt, it felt good bout to murder
Haven't you ever heard of a murderer motherfucker？
Cause i'm, a straight gangsta, doin what i feel
Niggaz no need to tempt, for me to kill, straight blastin
The enemy, can't see the hoes who try to get with me
Understand where i'm comin from the d-p to the g-the-c
The niggaz who trip, niggaz that dipped
Niggaz that conversate with the bloods or crips
It's just a west coast thang, gangsta thang
Niggaz come around here but surely can't hang because-a
We don't hang with no bustas and sho' nuff
Don't hang with no fags and niggaz down to blast, straight
merkin
Chorus
Check it out
I heard niggaz kickin static makin noise
Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys
Automatic toys to tangle with niggaz for profit
Got shit on lockdown cause i lets the glock spit
Soon as d-a-z hits me on my hip, talk about chips
The game run heatin them clips, the gaze kicks
Automatic tech nine spits, i gotta
Roll with the pound that's the neighborhood of murder
Am i the only motherfucker ridin？
Am i the only rider but i found a whole pound of niggaz violent
I got the big homey ty money worldwide
From portland, oregon l.a. to the n.y.
I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four
Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw
The fo'-fo', the fo' double sparkin
The gang walkin up your hood like nuttin but trouble
We straight gangsta shit
That's right
We dat live by de knife will die by de knife
You betta try save your life
On your life dere might be a oversight
Take my ad-vice and jump inna your ride
Don't ar-gue with de death row pride
Dpg gangstaz they nah make you try
We got keep every stone you keep
In your life, you betta don't feel strife
We dat live by de knife will die by de knife
You betta try save your life
Oh lawd, oh lawd
Homicide it's a homicide
Oh lawd, oh lawd
Murderah it's a murderah
Oh lawd
We're in this motherfucker
Yo daz!
Ohhh shit! ＊car crashes＊
Y'all niggaz alright？ man nigga let's get out this motherfucker
Nigga the cops comin nigga!
3.Playa Partners
Shhhh
You know what i'm saying
Just ballin on their ass
They don't understand this shit
You know what i'm saying
You know what i'm saying
From vallejo to the beach gotta keep stacking them chips
Who could do it like i do it in and out about our paper
Cash longer than skyscrapers
Big bank take little bank
I bet a million to the fader
Creative illustrator
True indeed dominator
Ain't none greater
Chill a bong with the boss players
From vallejo me and my homey be chillin' stacking g's upon the
table
Rattle they brain with hurricane
Have 'em seeing thangs feeling strange
2 boss players straight running thangs
I learn to knock 'em down and with the piano we mashin'
We tryin' to do it right but now tonight they flashin'
My nigga d-shot he be known for blastin'
And e is much worse 'cuz he first to burst
If shit get started it's gon' get retarded
Can't dance with these niggaz 'cuz they hogg hearted
It's just a little somethin' thought i let ya'll know
'bout my players, my partners, my folks
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
Bouncin' in a benz 600 on rims
Rollin' up ounces with my friends
Countin my ends
10s and 20s with thousands with millions just to spend
Have enough to do whatever
Dat nigga deatrow and ever
We run out of chronic, shrooms and drank nigga never
Catch me ballin' in the california sunny weather
Get my cash and i be a go getter
B-legit and dat nigga daz trend setters
I'm in and out these screws
Make moves like the mailman
If i can't get 'em wet i bet this long ass dick can (biatch)
I know i'm felt but tonight i'm off guerilla milk
Drink and blunts watch ho's pull super stunts
For months i be living like a rap steezy
See with my dudes perkin' off the heezy
B-legezee with data nigga daz dezee
My playa pezee
The bay to the l-b-cezee
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
(b-legit check it out)
I'm only in it just to get mine
For every quarter fifty cent piece and every dime
Grew up in a city where it was all about crime
Swerve the block clownin' bitches in my drop top
Playa muthafuckas always want to cock block
It ain't a thang all they want to do is watch a jock
Blaze a cigarette and feel the breeze of the bay
Everyday and all day this way
Break way playa hatas here i come
Strapped with game, niggaz and guns
In case you wanna trip i ain't the one
Leave yo' baby mama srpung off dick
Let her know what's happening with this niggaz trick bitch
Switch the game from high to low
Dip inside the pussy slow to let you know
This how the program flow
B-legit and dat nigga daz trick ho
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
My playa patna
My patna playa
My playa patna
I'm talk all that shit
You know what i'm sayin
We only stickin dick
Ridin in cadillacs, impalas, lexus's, benz's all kind of shit
bitch
What the fuck you got
And all we ever gonna do is play on
Like a balla these boss playas
4.It Might Sound Crazy
Man, soopafly, how you feel about these bitches？
Fuck 'em.
You know what i'm saying, but the pussy is good.
Yeah, it is nice. heh heh heh.
I said, i said,
(chorus)
I said it might sound crazy but i'm so in love with you.
I said it might sound crazy but i'm so in love with you.
(over chorus)
Daz, i'm glad you broke up with that bitch.
Yeah, i know what time it is.
You in love with me？!
Yeah baby, i'm in love with you.
Check it out, baby.
Wassup？
I'm about clockin' dollars...
Hey, give me some.
Handlin' my business and (hey, nigga) kickin' hoes to the curb
(break that bitch) after i get my thang and that's right.
I know that's right, right, right, right.
Verse 1：
Woke up one bright morning, have some bomb-ass cock,
Feelin' like the man as i shake the spot.
Freaked the girl named tameka,
Made my bass thump deepah.
My girl hu-umped me down, paged a nigga on my beepah.
As i continue to adjust the amps and bust the speakah.
My girl paged again, and again, and again,
As i'm diggin' out her mother's best friend.
Ask about my kids, say they gettin' big
As we moan and dig.
Fucked another, she was kinda thick but kinda slim.
Freaky little thang named kim.
Askin' when we gon' engage in bomb sex again,
I'm askin' her when you gon' give me bomb head again？
I mean she took me to her house, worked a nigga straight
Turned him out.
Wanna know the freaky thangs that you talk about.
I really wanna make it rough, make it soft, no doubt.
If you wanna fuck, then we can turn it out.
You in love.
(chorus)
(over chorus)
Baby, i want you to fuck my homegirl.
Baby, you like the way i suck your dick, don't you.
Oooohhh. you love the way i lick your balls.
Verse 2：
Told miss harris, it was too late to stop and too late to quit,
I was lovin' that pussy (uhhh), while she was lovin' this dick.
(don't quit)
I was shovin' it in her (uhhh), while she was yellin' don't
quit.
(don't quit)
I was diggin' meow (uhhhh), while i was suckin' her tit.(yeah)
She said, 'let's have a freaky, freaky, freaky type experience,
That's very diff-er-ent,
That's so magnificent.'
She had a bad, bad bitch named spearamint.
Thought she was the bomb,
The way the bitch humped.
Let's get freaky tonight, let's get rolled
Let's get high as a kite, you know. baby gave a show.
True indeed, the way she ate a nigga's dick, i knew she
Was a pro, i knew she was a pro.
I had a young tender that i'll always remember,
Named dana, needed dick just to tame her
Every two months. i'd telephone her ringer, just to bone,
To come over at night when her man ain't home.
I keep the weed just to keep her stoned, huh
And i'd fuck and be out 'fore dawn, huh.
I gotta page from another homegirl named shy.
Baby loved to lick her tongue, holla, holla, an' give me some
(give me some, give me some)
Daz make a bitch cum like never befo'.
Do it fast, do it slow.
Fuck me like you want it. hittin' every little organ by her
stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
And you know, sometimes the pussy still be callin' my name.
And the pussy be like, 'ooo, daz, keep me cummin'.'
And i respond to the pussy like,
'was happ'nin.' and you know too $hort got some real player
shit.
Nigga, daz is a real playa.
It's all the way hot.
$hort dog's in the house.
Shit.
Oh, you know i know these hoes.
And you know that.
Verse 3：
I can't fuck with you, i need a bitch like tracy.
Got a good job, when she walks in the place, she
Gets respect with them big-ass tits.
She ain't no first date dick-suckin' tramp-ass bitch.
I pick the winners, never get the wrong ones,
Check me right now, i got a pocket full of phone numbers.
She said, 'you wanna be a player all yo life？
You'll never get a woman you can call your wife.'
You see, tracy got it going on, see her try to get wit' me.
Her sister got my beeper number, keeps on hittin' me.
Think i fucked her twice, long time ago,
But now i like tracy and she won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary：
Will it come back on 'im if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in the past,
Cuz if i put it down, i'ma make the shit last
And get the cash. bitches always talkin' that love shit.
No, it ain't happ'nin', tell me what's up bitch.
Actin' like michelle when i told her i missed her.
She said i love you right after i kissed her.
What she wanna say that for？ not today.
Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways.
Ask lisa or her niece huh, i never pay 'em money.
Had a little freak by the name of laid lonnie.
I live by the game, that's what i'm all about.
The bitch started trippin' so we had to fall out.
Think i'm supposed to pay, cuz i got ends,
I said, 'fuck you, bitch, and all your friends.'
That's an everyday scenario, now here you go.
Tryin' to be good to me, i can't feel it though.
My old school tramp sucked a damn good dick,
I tried to turn the bitch out, she couldn't handle it.
Trick biotch.
C'mon, trick biotch.
Trick biotch
Trick biotch.
Now you done fucked me, you done fucked too $hort, done
Fucked my cousin, done fucked nate.
Shit, huh, just done fucked everybody.
It might sound crazy.
Just leave a personalized message for me.
Were you talking to me？ do you be thinkin' 'bout me, huh？
Baby. do you be thinkin' 'bout me？
Shit. how this bitch gon' call me super fine
And she just sucked a homeboy's dick. bitch.
5.Our Daily Bread
Prince ital joe (daz)：
Yeah, death row (give it up, one time)
Yes, to the man sing
Them all beats they're crucial (give it up)
Dogg pound (？？？)
Nobody moves, freeze!, nobody gets hurt
Shoot first and ask questions later
The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it...
Daz：
Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize, with your two eyes
The price, nigga, is keep striving for more
I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was
thick
Revolved around forty-four niggaz for the rep
Sweat the whole block with the mack-90, automatic semi-tech
Now the whole shit is respected
Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh
You're trying to catch a check you can't cash
I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that i claim
After the kill, it's remains the same
The composure, gangstering, it's got me, still down to bang
Who can get close to the most notorious gang of 'em all
Dogg pound, amazing rage, rough and raw (dpg)
The conversation ain't much, now what up？
You're gapping and you're scrapping and you got a gap from the
gat
Kurupt：
I found a (what？), more, i see the homies free
I bound to make more money than i ever dreamed
It's the dpg, the gangsters on the tv
Completely, you can't defeat, delete species
That fool over there is out of his nest
He's off the hood with techs and vests
Dumping on different sets (who's that man？)
D-a-z's my nigga
If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my
nigga
The more i think about life and the world that surrounds us
Being from tha pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so what's
up？)
I'm all about dropping bombs
And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind can't design
So let's let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot
And mash with your boys if you're down for making loot
'cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched
You're caught up like being in court, fighting the wars
Now i pause to take a sneak peek through the source (magazine)
Our force is not revealing (what？), we sold two million (damn!)
Willingly we survived, willingly we strived
We all multiply, dogg pound 'till we die
I thought you knew about, the two about to run through about
half your
Organization
Sacred assassinations, fool, here's what you're facing
The diverse, you're in a worse situation, like that...
Prince ital joe：
Yeah, tell babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto
'cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the
sky
We won't ever, never give up the fight, see
We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle
The struggle to survive, and to live good
To bring food on the table for our families, see
Tell babylon that we have hope
Like our brothers martin luther king and marcus garvey
We believe that we are true africans
And we handle (？？？) in this life
We won't kill our brothers no more
Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun
'cause when we do we see their blood run
And it's not a pretty sight
So we don't love the parasites of this world
Sucking the blood of the sufferers
Yeah!
6.In California
Comin' from the city where no pity is shown shown shown shown
In california 4x
Rollin' down crenshaw boulevard
Starin' at these suckas who claim to be hard
Daz dillinger ＆ the gang
Who can blast ＆ gangbang ha haa
Verse 1
Who gives it up for every hooker rat ＆ hood slut
All in the cut dat nigga daz with the pimp strut
You slept game on those who act lame
See ain't a damn thang changed
You know i ride the neighborhood slow
Floss on you ＆ let the weed blow
True indeed i'm havin' a ball
Pick up the phone ＆ give my homiez a call
What's up with y'all？ (what's up y'all？)
Livin' in the city where we born to ball
Rolled up a philly we pack it tight
What a pity what a sight
＆ hella chronic all damn night
Got the weed it got me kinda feelin' so high
Hennessy got a brother so feelin' so high
Pull outta state enjoy my day ＆ i love to burn rubber
Pump up the jam for the summer
Gimme eureka snoop got the hummer
Kinda make you wanna sit back ＆ wonder
The home of the city of the crips ＆ the bloods
And niggaz get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the cities of the gangstaz ＆ bud
Or you can get bad oh who they thought you was
Verse 2
Ooh damn back by a popular demand
Daz dillinger back in effect homey once again
The question is why y'all got a problem with me gettin' high
Say the wrong thing get right
Prepare in effect homiez are prepared everywhere
Causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz dillinger finally alone in my zone
Be by myself in a place that i call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
Ya meanin' to me nuthin' to me ya keep frontin' to me
I hit you up dogg pound all come around
Lay 'em all down homiez be frontin' for they town
Throw it up eastside westside bumpin'
California's the state where we be dumpin' what!!
The home of the city of the crips ＆ the bloods
And you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the cities of the gangstas ＆ bud
Ha haa or you can get bad oh who they thought you was
It's a place where everybody wanna see.
Once that you visit see all the places
You may never wanna leave＞
Verse 3
Here i am stompin' down choppin' down yo compound
Knockin' all y'all out thirty seconds in the first round
Who come around get destroyed off contact
Realize ＆ understand homey you don't want that
Check it out let's engage in military actin'
Women dope ＆ drama keep me yackin'
Bump all that bullsh(it) you yappin'
Them beats ＆ that bullsh you yappin'
I'm about all busy boggin' ＆ cappin'
Pistol packin' you don't really want none of this action
Homey, you betta watch out 'cause nothin' can save ya
Tattooein' y'all with razors
Blazen that it didn't penetrate him but i grazed him
Now they callin' daz unusual playa hater
Back on the spot feelin' high
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey i ain't lyin'
Who the man from long beach, california to japan
Rockin' like wonder mc homey without a band in hand
A why can't control the whole scene
Watch it unfold get scold get blown away
Any other rapper pay dearly severely y'all come ＆ hear me
Damn you get bruised battered ＆ slammed
Niggaz try to see who i am dat nigga daz
The home of the city of the crips ＆ the bloods
Where you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the city of the crips ＆ the bloods
Where you can get shot oh who they thought you was
It's a place where everybody wanna see.
Once that you visit see all the places
You may never wanna leave＞
The home of the city of the crips ＆ the bloods
And you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the city of the crips ＆ the bloods
Where you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The only ill scene to do somethin' for ya
It's a place where everybody wanna see.
Once that you visit see all the places
You may never wanna leave mmm, mmm＞
7.Initiated
Kurupt, daz, makaveli, idi, kastro, hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We gon' hit yo' ass up. you know where we comin' from
Death row biotch hahaha ay yo kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on
The westside nigga
We ballers for real...
For real i got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb vietnam rhyme don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My verbals ＆ graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from alaska to alabama
Get touched by my arm ＆ hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
From tahiti to the mid-atlantic
Probable cause to get hit shit
Niggas best get physically ＆ mentally fit
Show ya hoe i ignore for real ＆ i can tell
On the dl i got an indecent proposal for her (biotch)
Mashin' in a ford explorer hell hound host the horror
Escape from the box pandora somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the
？nicki scarful？ comin' through the bus death
Spreads through camps like ？parvul？
Young gotti kurupt ＆ c with the dope ＆ the green weed
Indeed i'm out to get high ＆ supply
What you need mr. postman
Comin' through with all the mail what you need？
I got for sale on the stairwell to hell
I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets
Barkin' ＆ playas drinkin' kegs til y'all niggas beg martin
You labelled paw nervous no i do this job dirty
Donna karan new york call it fatal dogg new jersey
Niggas ain't seen time i travel courts ＆ dream crime
My room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams i run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so i hit up the box office
You the softest i'm takin' ya honies they telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like kelly leashes
My boys ＆ me is poison we don't get along equal
Fight each other like brothers it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain ＆ the pain i deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For real bitch the steel clique i bill with menaces
Ya number one nemesis paragraphical like genesis
Stupid muthafuckas outlaw immortal bitch
Dogg pound thug life you know how we fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid muthafuckas don't get me...
Now take a look inside my mind
That pen' time made me rise but still i rise
Cause my ambitionz az a ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
Music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes
I'm makaveli the don is what they tell me
I'm armed i'm droppin' niggas like bombs
Get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in ya presence
Takin' bustas back to the essence
Tellin' my people peep my lethal message
Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
Murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow
You can't fight it nigga let go
Witness the sound made ya bitch ass
Bow down to death row
Mama these niggas got me fightin' these 3 strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we amerikaz most wanted feel that
Since my only fear of death is mama cryin' for help
＆ og daddy wanna ride when i know
He ain't got shit else since i'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me ＆ i know
Without the row ＆ immortal outlaw (ay k)
I'll be forgotten for sho
Plus this thug life it got me livin'
Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck
Why they dangling baby all on my nuts
I be singling fingering bitches to fuck
Bitches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
Muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw
Initiated as an outlaw hahahaha (yeah muthafucka)
Now a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep
Enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me
I got to 'complish a goal i'm out seekin' gold
Expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough ＆ raw
Never fell to my knees for shit cause i demand shit
With this daz dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit
On the streets for the sixth time in ＆ out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars ＆ dimes
I'm slippin' slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup
In the cut flossin' like a muthafucka whuttup
Beside all being now tell me where ya comin' from
That ain't where i see thangs ＆ nigga what's the outcome
For so many days ＆ so many ways we been duckin' strays
They delivers but still we some bad boy killers
Hold the scrillas i dump in you niggas' livers
Then watch ya body shiver ＆ ya mama quiver
From the way you just got lit up
Hit up the westside on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
From makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out
＆ laid out for public display on this day
Y'all niggas is historay cause the whole crew is bitch to me
Listen to me idi how many of y'all can see me？
Cause i'll tack that ass like a's attack dc
Believe me 'cause although now i'm just a young stolder
I'm soon to be a gun holder initiate to the clique
With a left to my lip now the fight's over
8.Oh No
Daz：
Oh no! murder, murder, murder...
Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder...
Come and blast dat nigga daz and act rude
Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your motherfucker's cords
Me, we're going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at
I'm in long beach, where the gangbangers hang at
Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting
See, we're the gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on 'em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer
Chorus (2x)：
Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way i feel tonight
Niggaz better pack you guns
J-money：
Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a (？？？), the east side coast and
I'm the one they love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
Mc's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when i drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I'm packing a rap while you say 'why, what's happening？'
My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, i'm thinking of a masterplan
Come out with your shit man, i'm broke, feeling critical
conditions
Listen, money on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight, armageddon
Chorus (2x)
Daz：
Watch out, here i come
Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm
It's d-a to the z, dropping the formula
And every nigga that i know in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz will come out and play
Busting on niggaz with an ak
So any given day you want some
Come and get some, you don't want none
Why do we bang？
Why do we bang for a living？ we just don't know
Now it's time to serve y'all bitches ass niggaz on an open
platter
Yeah, haha
Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down？
Tray deee：
You see, i take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone
I hate fake take away motherfuckers
I come up from the slums and i run, motherfuckers
No other than the gang, it's the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claming oscars
While most niggaz froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke
Like malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But i'ma stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, i handle missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, come and get their (？？？) done
I'm the cannibal, the hannibal lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change
Chorus (2x)
Oh no...
9.Retaliation, Revenge And Get Back
(daz talking)
I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy,
Get your sharp sticks!
We're going to la la land
(hahaha)we're going to the moon
We're going to serve these motherfuckers tonight
Boy you got your shit？
Bitch ass nigga!
You want static!？
Yo! go get the homeboys!
We got a meeting at the park, don't be late!
They say the streets ain't safe no more
For us youngsters,
Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta
Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply
Many hood stories told, we analyze
See we bang for this colour and only this colour
Kill any colour, that ain't our colour
Get it in your head what's done what's done said
Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that's dead
I can't forget you homie
Drinkin and smoking because i'm lonely
Blastin all these motherfuckers cause they phony
My heart flooded with anger
Deep inside, but who cares
Life is dead, we banging like soldiers
So beware if you scared
Then we torture the ？？？？
For what the fuck you done done
Jump across these niggas so now the war is on
We rob, strapped busting until they all drop
Shit, we actually blowing your bitch ass off the block
So keep your glock clocked sucker!
For when i come through
Dump around something now your homies is nothing
20 seconds til death,
Weed, alcohol on my breath
You looking for your fucking homies
Ain't none left!
Hangin out with my niggas, real street niggas
They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers
Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life
Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite
Intoxication, ain't feeling that you can feel
When the cops drive by suddenly
And they was out to kill
(daz talking)
Yeah, tell your homeboy that!
Dead on sight!
Everytime we see y'all bitch ass
Now i'm shot!
Barely made it!
Killed four of my homies, it's gang-related
Now what's next for us, we load up
But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the fuck!
(daz talking)
Yeah, when i get wet, they're ain't nothing i won't do
So intoxicate your mind to something new
Always remeber
Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back
I'm in the world on my own
I will roam i gotta stay strong
My motto 'you fuck with us, you fucking get domed'
Two days later niggas come back and sprayed us
Retaliation and get back this time just to face it
We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep
Blowing niggas ？？？？ hollering east side! long beach!!
My feud ain't with them other niggas!
It's with you
Got a gauge to your head nigga what you goin do？
Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching
Reaching to our destination so we can kick it
Nobody knows and we won't get caught
Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block
I thought you knew! but now you know!
Don't ever ever come around no more!
And why's that？ and why not？
Cause it's my money and i mash for my block!
(yelling and swearing)
The gang! daz dillenger!
Taking all y'all bitch ass niggas the fuck out!
You better watch out!
Cuz here we come, come,
We goin getcha getcha
We going getch getcha
We going getch getcha
We ain't finshed finished
We goin getcha getcha
We going getch getcha
We going getch getcha
Before the automatic hitsya hitsya
We goin getcha getcha
We going getch getcha
We going getch getcha
10.O.g.
Snoop (daz)：
Yeah, what i'ma do right here is take my time,
And dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace,
And my niggas behind the wall.
See you when i get there, you know what i'm saying？ (really doe)
So drip with me as i go down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the mc and the homie nate).
So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide,
As i take you on a trip nigga ride (east side).
Nate (daz)：
Do you remember back on the east side？
Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
Time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, i just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in mind： i'm a motherfucking o.g.
Snoop：
Lets speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know i did the crime, but i ain't going to confess to this
shit.
I learned than from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the overseer sees.
More than you do 'cause he gets experienced,
And besides i'm just a juvenile delinquent.
So i was gone, and i'm on my way home,
My momma's going to get me, and i flee with (？？？).
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that i didn't need to do what i done,
She said： 'playing football should be your only fun son'.
I'm like 'allright' so we enter the house,
Come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said： 'damn, why you snitch？'
They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now i gotta do time.
Nate：
My homie told me one day he had a jack move,
He said： 'come on nate dogg, it'll be smooth'.
I agreed and said 'come on, let's go and jack them fools',
Next day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen
years),
Saying to myself 'i'll never fuck with that nigga again'.
'fore i'm locked down i learned to be
What i am now and that's a motherfucking o.g.
Original gangsta
Daz：
I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door,
To let you know we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself： 'who the fuck should i really fear？'.
I ran around with the best killers,
Thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(？？？) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been
struck.
Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the fuck down.
Nate (daz)：
Original gangsta (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the town by the sea where niggas know
me).
Coming from the east side...
You're fucking with the pound, oh nigga please,
C-o-b.'s can't see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5
times]
Shout outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my nigga mr. warren g,
Shout outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout outs to my niggas c, style and me.
Snoop (nate)：
Yeah, straight up, based on a true story.
You know what i'm saying？ it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You trick ass bitch!
11.Baby Mama Drama
What the fuck is this？ child support papers？ what？
Chorus：
You didn't have to file on me, you turned my child on me.
Why you had to file on me？ you turned my child on me.
Daz：
As i lay myself to sleep at night,
I pray the lord my soul to keep, so i can try to do right.
There's no one else that i can turn to,
I'm asking a favor, oh just once,
Oh jesus christ, lord i'm asking you.
Gave to this world a young baby, know one life is crazy,
Promise to live the righteous life of the path of my babies.
Watch the clouds spread, and it shades my heart,
My relationship fell apart.
Don't know where it ended, sure can tell you just how it
started,
She filed child support, and it's really cold hearted.
I've been taking care of you and your kid, all of my life,
Mad at me 'cause i wouldn't make you my wife.
I've done a lot of crazy things in my days,
Killing to get that weapon named, robbing just to get paid.
Now how much more can i bear, and i explode inside,
Still asking myself why...
Chorus
'lil' c-style：
I'm like 'what, child support？',
Man, who ever thought i would get filed on.
Uh, you know what i'm saying？
Do gangsters get filed on child support？ hell yeah they do.
I got filed on, i ain't the only one out the crew.
Uh, child support, have i got something for 'em, uh？
I, i, i, i walk by faith, and not by sight,
Living day by day, praying night after night.
'cause i'm seeing so much, so much lust lust lust,
And every pretty girl i see, i wanna touch touch touch.
You think i'm doing too much or what？
I'm dating the preacher's daughter, and getting the toe up.
And every time she drinks she gets drunk and throws up,
If i'm on the spot, you know she's surfing on my (？？).
Look in her best, from the back bend over,
Now she's eight months, got me buying me baby clothes, and i
stroll up.
Writing her lawyer, talking 'bout how much i owe her,
Wrote him back, 'i can't do a damn thing for ya'.
All i can do, is just take care of my daughter,
Thirty days later i got a court order.
She filed on me, cold game, she filed on me, uh.
Chorus
Daz：
Now i'm sitting in court as she's trying to get everything,
From my house and my cars to my gold rings.
Trying to drain a brother just like dreino, you know the same
old
Situation's occurred, got me sitting on the curbs,
Smoking a bomb joint, trying to pull my point.
Every night i get the marihuana, thinking it would take away the
pain,
Waking up the next morning, and thing are still the same.
Big c-style：
I did so much, to get so little.
Paid more than the court even asked of me.
But loving no more, not even a parlay？ and you want me to pay？
It's not like it's for my baby, it's more like for you and your
nigga.
Why you have to lie on me, and turn my child on me.
Chorus (3 times)
12.Only For U
Daz：
You know what i'm saying？
I wish i had her back, you know what i'm saying？
But it's all good baby, you lose some, you gain some
But i don't wanna gain no more, you know what i'm saying？
I'm chilling right now, you know what i'm saying？
Shh... damn
Lady 'v'：
There are some times, when i am bad
Then there are times, when i am glad
Then there are times, when i am down
Through all these times, you've been around
For the time is now, that i finally see, what your love really
means
Never again, will i ever be the same
Seasons change, feelings change too, but it don't mean i change
for you
Chorus：
Only for you
Only for you
Only for you i do what i do
Only for you
That's why i'll do the things i do
Only for you
Daz：
I met a woman plus a lady that was sweet and unique
She was no trick or no tramp, she was no freak of the street
I was amazed, looks and attitude, i spoke of gratitude
She wasn't stuck up and rude, and we became cool
From then on we learnt as friends, as lovers
You could be my girl, i'd be your man just forever
Baby was butter, the bomb shit, tight shit on
I was the king of the castle, she was the queen on my throne
Stoned and bombed out, 24-7 all day
If you can handle it baby to come around my way
I get the digits, i'll give you a call later on
Your answering machine, come on, i leave a message on your phone
I'll ring you later, i hope you'll get the message, baby page me
As the days go by, i hope that you can be my lady
Am i crazy for pursuing the woman that's bad
In my heart i feel lonely and sad, and it's only for you
Chorus
When we make love, every moment is felt, we get it on
Like marvin gaye, i'm digging deep and beyond
Until the break of dawn i treat you like you wanna be, good
I'll pick you up in five seconds, i'll be there in your hood
Get it girl, let me see me cold rock your world
You got no time for the games, i feel the same baby girl
Your homies and homegirls probably went playa hating
But it's all cool, i'll keep the real from the fake
You'll be eating lobsters and steak, shrimps as big as the plate
We're in the gangsta paradise, coke and weed me all night
So make the greatest moments happen when it's me and you alone
Take the receiver of the telephone, you ain't home, huh
It ain't no problems, ain't no big fall out
No (？？？) on this relationship, so figure it out
Chorus
Big pimpin：
She comes on like my girl goes
No (？？？) looking welfare, and mentally half here
Travelling in directions which haven't been traveled by a woman
before
She's a bad woman, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
She dances to her heritage to shake herself free
She inspires us, the chains break
And wipes the sweat from her independent dignity with grace
She is a bad woman, bad meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
They say that the queen of (？？？) was bad,
But then i look up at you, and i say 'well, what about you？
you're a bad
Woman too'
They say that men would drink out of marilyn monroe's toast
As well as if she was an (？？？),
But not as beautiful as we thought she was
Because she was a bad woman too, bad meaning beautiful,
wonderful and good
Yeah you're a bad woman, meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
Chorus
Only for you i'll do the things that i do
Daz：
Yeah baby, love daz forever. beeeitch!!
13.Ridin' High
(daz)
That nigga daz and dub c in this motherfucker(what's happening
nigga)
Doing what we got to do, every day all day
And if you didn't know! now you know!
So get it right! beeeoootch!!!(echoes)
Yah
And it goes like that
Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
Wc, daz, nigga daz
Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
(chorus)(x2)
Just ridin high!(just ridin high)
Just ridin by!(just ridin by)
Come on!
Don't trip, don't trip
(daz)
It's like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill
On what we call the dollar dollar bill
You can get killed for that paint job and wheels
Oh my oh my i love the dollar dollar bill
Oh juicy, be like ？vision？ when he shot steel
Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot
Slang coke or weed, pills
You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled
Shit outta luck, there ain't no refills
I'm more deadlier then ever
What i got'll see through your armor shield
Show you breakdown with your bills
Recognize the real side that'll ride and kill
Just for sure
(chorus)
(wc)
Chronic's in the bag, rollin all day
Blue ？？？？？？six with ？double？ called ？say？
Age sixteen, i'm tired of hearing mom's mouth
'motherfucker get a job or get ya punk ass out!'
A little wild seed, influenced by the g's
Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheese
It's the normal method, barrel start by the jail
Wreck a long one ？？？？？ the real stretch marks
A juvenile packing millimeters
And when i'm close to doing a third
Nigga i got more stripes then a zebra
Will i live and make it out of the ghetto
But will i die？
Only god knows nigga but for now i just know i'm just
(chorus)
(daz)
You got the upper hand
Take control and take command
Get your blast over with and cut the bullshit
I the need the chips in a hurry
By the end of the day i'm having em' don't worry
Sorta like a dream or a storybook
A born crook
Shook all the bustas that snitch
Now i'ma black book
It took a while
Being so broke it's hard to smile
Hard living, trying to be grown when i'm a child
Overshadowed by negativity
Running and stealing, running from security
Something like a mystery
Drugs,bitches to county jails, penitentiaries
My background history
Cause the game is so trickory
(wc)
Now what's the remedy
Should we strive, the streets is killing me
Or should we lay down in a cell shit's forgiving me
Criminal activity
Crack sales are killing me
(a bunch or syllables said really fast)
(daz)
Just chill
(wc)
I'm tired of living the life of crime
(daz)
Just chill
(wc)
The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind
(daz)
Just chill
(wc)
Why do we have to fool and get ill
(daz)
Don't trip
(wc)
It's all about the dollar dollar bill
(chorus)
(daz talking)
You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all about
And now you know, you ain't got to look no further
Wc and that nigga daz
Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit
Sucka!!
98-97 99-2g
Whoooo!!
What, what, what hey(x3)
14.The Ultimate Come Up
Yeah, what's up nigga？
Turn it down nigga, what's going on over there, nigga？
Damn, that looks like the homeboy (what？)
That nigga's grabbing!
Oh shit, there's probably some crazy shit going down in the hood
Fuck what these niggaz are doing, get that thing man!
What's up nigga？ that's my spot, i'm taking over the spot
＊gunshot＊ lay down nigga, watch out!
I'ma tie these niggaz up, bad a$$ on the ride nigga, that's
right
Funny ass niggaz, yeah, uh huh. bitch ass niggaz
Daz：
I see my niggaz on the corner to the 25 deep
All hustlers, all killers, all raised in the street
Make sure my heat is in my stash spot
Gotta watch for my homies and feening for my stacks of rocks
Watch out for these shells and undercovers (why？)
They're out to get a motherfucker
Stop this gangbanging and cocaine, it's some motherfuckers
Niggaz run up if you want two and watch you get floored
Get my pistol because i just can't take no more
I get the gun and then get to running, just like bitches
Bail out before the cops come, i can't go to prison
Still dealing and wheeling, on the curb i smoke earth
Hitting california, nigga, 'cause you heard the word
It's going down, enemy alert so get your weapon
Blast three people, step and gunning for more and keep on
bailing (say
What？)
Get down, get in, get up
Get your money it's the ultimate come up (that's right)
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
Fuck around with this and you might be a goner (yeah)
Get down, get in, get up
Get your money it's the ultimate come up (that's right)
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
Try to sell your dope and you might be a goner
Bad a$$：
I don't fuck with no beats that don't bump, so sounds echo
Let you stand in my shoes, i loose, so i don't let go
Check yo bitch, not the pimp, niggaz gained and slipped
Way below the smarts and just free slaves if you'se a mark
Might be mad, but nigga, just be hate
And let the heaven send riders ride, because it's the end
Beg forgiveness for all your sins, and hope he lets us in
Until then, live your life to fullest man, get your issues
Snatch money, catch money, attach the money
Keep 'em with your fishes, riches
Laying up with bitches holds a nigga back
Greedy assholes only wanna hold a nigga's stack
You'll fall, sure, bounce back, hit a jack, get a sack
Told the corner i used to work on 'i'm back'
For you can slang out your sack, and get away and feel right
Black and white, crack down them sirens and lights...
Daz：
But all night we get down, get in, get up
Get your money it's the ultimate come up
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga
Get down, get in, get up
Get your money it's the ultimate come up
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
Wear the wrong type of colors and you might be a goner, nigga
Mc eiht：
Get in where i fit in, like too $hort
Dip in, in a (？？？) six black supersport
Automatic nines i took, colombian neck tie
Whatever's the death threat, it's still do or die
Don't ask why, sipping on (？？？)
For christie, you catching the blues like misty
Me and my nigga daz for the cash to any degree
Chase to, not the molester, the one who gets the cheese
Got it coming from oversees
Blunt your whole neighborhood, so nigga please
Better be nervous 'cause my finger's ready to squeeze, and
that's no joke
Gang of cash in my stash, with bitches to poke
No one can do it better (no one can do it better), haha
Your chest is getting wetter (your chest is getting wetter)
I be the piper, run all the reps out of town
The spot's taking over, click click, nice to know ya (for sure)
Daz：
We get down, get in, get up
Get your money, nigga, the ultimate come up (yeah)
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga
Get down, get in, get up
Get your money, nigga, the ultimate come up (yeah)
It's slanging and banging upon my corner (right)
Fuck around with this and you might be a goner, nigga
Daz, bad a$$, mc eiht：
Chop it up nigga, yeah
Straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto (west
side)
If you're out there selling your shit (yeah), stand up
Get your rifle nigga, get your money nigga
Get your money nigga, lay low, lay low
Lay low nigga (that's right)
I gives a fuck, i don't give a fuck, let's ride
Yeah (west side), i don't give a fuck
Yeah, we don't give a fuck
My nigga daz in the house, eiht in the house, yeah
15.Thank God For My Life
Daz：
Yeah, right about now me myself, daz dillinger, along with the
gang,
Mister tray deee, mister bad bad carabino, and soopafly the high
priest,
Ah, letting you know that this gang banging is serious business.
So thank god for your lifes, and keep on striving and
struggling.
I thank god for my life,
What i wanted y'all to do is live right.
You pray for me, i pray for you,
'cause together we can get it, what else can we do？
I thank god for my life... (and that's real)
Tray deee：
So you think drinking and chilling, big willing and dealing,
Is the life for the righteous 'cause it's so appealing.
Dealing, stealing and killing is the way to succeed,
So you're illing and willing to take whatever you need.
You're the villain indeed but you pleed your innocence,
Say that in society you gotta be militant.
It's (？？) and (？？) just for too damn long,
You need to get in business, sing a new damn song.
Like (？？) and (？？) as you learn to leave,
So you should learn to give, that's how you earn your deeds.
Big pimpin：
Tray deee, i gotta tell the truth： never cherish the day,
Till i open up my eyes and discover the ways.
This life is hard, treats you cold, plus life don't last,
And plus we're dying fast and plus these fools is blasting.
Yo grace is what i'm asking for,
It's no chilling when that man in black is at my door.
I thought i'd seen him a couple of times before,
Ran back the other way, took off course and forced to cherish
the day.
Bad a$$：
God help us out here, we're falling down
And everything that we did build is falling down.
I'm calling out 'cause you can help us if you touch us,
And we need you, why we're bleeding.
Any second we can meet you, lifestyles of earth mislead you.
Have mercy on my soul, please lay me down easy,
God watches, and he knows the life we live ain't easy.
At least try to live right, 'cause life ain't long,
And ain't nothing like living life all day long.
Mister bad is all good like the songs we sing,
I simply gotta thank god for the life i live.
Daz：
You never know what's going on in this world,
Thank god i'm just still in this world.
We're in the streets everyday, that's where we live,
We was thaught to perceive and to give.
Don't be stingy, give a little 'cause i do,
Don't be fake and be yourself to stay true.
When you see me in the streets oh get me,
Don't play hate and dump at me.
Don't be sad homie, only be happy.
I sing this song to the streets with the gang,
Gotta live a uncut to the streets, daz dillinger.
Will our struggle ever be over？ from the wrath of the street,
I pray for you, let's pray for me, let's keep it real, peace.
And there you have it,
A little something from the gang and daz dillinger.
Letting you know that life is real serious,
And the situation at hand is a real situation.
So think...
16.Outro／why Do We Bang
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