Текст песни Daz Dillinger - We Do This Passion
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You see my homies is killas..(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)..[Daz Dillinger]See if you come my way, I roll with tec-9`s, AK`sMurder machines, for where I hang and stayObey the laws of the street, `fore yo` bitch ass get beatAnd I`m hoein` and I`m only out to rob and cheatGet your pistols and rags, nigga prepare to blastIt ain`t no questions or discussion, get the dope and the cashWe came up quick, plottin` on real bitch shitThree-hundred and fifty G`s, three niggaz was splitFlippin` and servin` chickensAny dirty work - I was down with itA true soldier and I stay committed[Chorus]You see my homies is killas and we do this for passionYou better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin`And when we run up on you ain`t gon` be no askin`Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast[Daz Dillinger]I guess the war`s on, get your soldiers and let`s go to warPut in work Death Row - even the scoreMini machine guns, grenades, and forty-fivesWe crazy in the land where it`s hard to surviveCatchin` niggaz slippin` if you`re Bloodin` or Crippin`On a mission blastin` niggaz if you all wit itYou see we bang for a livin`, use the gunDrugs and prison, niggaz doin` hella timeRoll with these scandalous niggazBack looped out, smoked outHit another one, I`m bombed out, smoked outSo we load and swerve in the glass house and we roll the streetMy brand niggaz run up on you so we pull up the heatI said "What`s up?"... he replied with the wrong setIt`s my duty and my job to put this nigga to restBoom, boom - shots from the tec rain outAnother wrong nigga dead, that`s what I`m talkin` aboutNiggaz yell my name out and say they gon` kill meI ain`t worried `bout a thang, y`all niggaz can`t kill me![Chorus]You see my homies is killas and we do this for passionYou better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin`And when we run up on you ain`t gon` be no askin`Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast[Daz Dillinger]I kick off the war, with a calibur fo`- fo`Knockin` down doors and niggaz wonder what I came forJumpin` out of buckets, dumpin` on them brand motherfuckersWho claim for the fame, puttin` somethin` up in you bustasLooped out, feelin` good no doubtWith a tec ready to put some motherfuckin` heads outServin` fools, pull around the cornerSlow down and jump out, to show you what I`m all aboutI`m yellin` "Fuck you nigga!" and I hope you dieShowin` y`all niggaz how real gangstas rideCome up workin` for birds early, busta young died earlyRidin` dirty with a gauge underageHad to drop off the pump, that`s when the real shit startY`all bitch ass niggaz ain`t got heart, y`all cowardsWe give it up, inject pain on niggaz and conversate with the triggerBlast, escape, then get to dippin`Set trippin`s like an everyday thang, where we hangStill Tha Gang, where we blast to maintain at close rangeAK`s, 357`s, and tec`s - all kind of shitCatch you niggaz slippin` because we Crippin` on the setWillin`, looped out, your homie just got outDogg Pound `bout to take you niggaz out[Chorus]You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion(You see my homies is killas)You see my homies is killas and we do this for passionYou see my homies is killas and we do this for passionYou see my homies is killas and we do this for passionYou see my homies is killas and we do this for passionYou see my homies is killas and we do this for passionYou see my homies is killas and we do this for passion