Текст песни Daz Dillinger f Tray Deee, J-Money - Oh No
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Daz:Oh no! Murder, murder, murder...Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hardMurder, murder, murder...Come and blast Dat Nigga Daz and act rudeComing through, murdering fools who claim to be hardPulling your motherfucker`s cordsMe, we`re going back for you to say thatPrepare for battle, load the narrator with pay backKnowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang atI`m in Long Beach, where the gangbangers hang atDon`t want more static, or panic, we`re packing gatsAnd asking for shit, nigga, `cause we`re blastingSee, we`re The Gang, kicking just to maintainBang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling cornersWe on `em just for twelve figuresMoney, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richerChorus (2x):Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonightTripping on you, the way I feel tonightNiggaz better pack you gunsJ-Money:Glocks are popping off like turboStep into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shitMoney busters lyrically in motionAbout to whip a (???), the East Side coast andI`m the one they love to hate with a passionI packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast itMC`s get dealt with, my microphone`s my third partnerHeat seeking like a missile when I drop yaStyle is proper, my execution-style of rappingI`m packing a rap while you say "why, what`s happening?"My mind is going deep, like Money mister, doing allYou couldn`t see me with a crystal ball, y`allIt`s critical, I`m thinking of a masterplanCome out with your shit man, I`m broke, feeling critical conditionsListen, Money on a dirt missionCreeping to the night, beating tight, ArmageddonChorus (2x)Daz:Watch out, here I comeBattling motherfuckers till the break of dawnHomeboy, ring the alarmIt`s D-A to the Z, dropping the formulaAnd every nigga that I know in Californ-i-aDat Nigga Daz will come out and playBusting on niggaz with an AKSo any given day you want someCome and get some, you don`t want noneWhy do we bang?Why do we bang for a living? We just don`t knowNow it`s time to serve y`all bitches ass niggaz on an open platterYeah, hahaFool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?Tray Deee:You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcomeI`m hard to outrun, and won`t be outdoneI hate fake take away motherfuckersI come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckersNo other than The Gang, it`s the slang and prosperAnd bang us mobsters, while claming OscarsWhile most niggaz froze, they control their coastThey be home and broke, `cause they`ve been known to chokeLike Malone, be gone when the playoffs comeBut I`ma stay off one, liable to spray off someAmmunition, I handle missions one on oneNiggaz, come on, come and get their (???) doneI`m the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rapA nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-taxWe`re The Gang, and we`re mashing, blast to maintainWe`re the kings in the game, and things ain`t to changeChorus (2x)Oh no...