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To the adult world the casual violonce of gang life was horrifing
But in the distorted world of gangs risking death by getting shot was one sure way of winning a gangs respect I was shot when I was 15 or 16 (shots fired in the area gang fight in the parking lot) When my longs collapsed uhm.. the the 22 is still lodge in my chest to dis day See getting shot and livin was more for my ego it was more for my image I could now I could walk around like supeman. Id been shot I'm you know I'm I'm the great I am now in my chest at that? They show off their scars the way war veterans display purple hearts. I got shot in the heart and um... These are other scars that Ive had from other neighborhood fightings and doesnt stop Do you get used to death? Do you get used to the fact that you could die anyday?( Do you get used to it?) See i dont worru bout that till you get hit by dat bullet, see like thats just like when people steal cars they dont worry about getting caught till they get caught right? Same when we shooting at a person i dont think about getting caught till i get caught The explosion of gangs in the last to decades of the 20th century grew under a much larger problem. The rise of a social under class and americas failure to provide hope. The children bored into a world of disitigrating family life and grinding poverty. All though there small successes with programs designed to create a future for some of those children, no one came up with a large scale program that delt effectedly, with the forces of dispare and alienaion that promted some many young americans to look for their identity and theit self asteem in the world of street gangs. (street gangs street gangs street gangs street gangs) |
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| 3. |
| 4:17 |
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All dem niggas right there
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Fuck y'all I thought you knew about us You know what we throw on this 1-87 on rhyme Anybody killa Fuck all y'all We run the streets, come run with my game We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you Nigga we keep the streets hot It's just us and the cops And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock Guess money rule the world Materials and girls, fly Did ya never seen? Never, even dreamless, these things That make the world we live in what it is And though with paper you would die It's a shame what is real on these wheels Foes on a hundred smoke weed Me and Bad and Tray-Dee In an ice machine Big strap that let a nigga have to come out Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) Though we all wanna live it up 'fo the lights go out in your house No one is gon' get there Fillin all doubts, and hold out Only when ya sure to take a loss Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blast If the guns don't get cha It's sure to be the cancer Why ask why? You gonna believe his answer He made it up and just about to get your chances It's a baby I've been knowin, Trust of homage you could go insurin Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust Only gave me one change, it's just us Who banging at the poppa stops Gangsta network your G shit Makin million dollar plans Pullin million dollar scams It be a trillion dollar man Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich The world make me sick I really wanna live it up It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin... What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up Puttin up with nothin The world let us hear with no fury Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em Talkin nothin Provin, movin I can make a difference Any ??? 'll speak louder then All that y'all jackin at gettin payed One of the two main reasons I keep rappin It just happened The peace so niggas don't know Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryin Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line Someone should defy the law I've forgot what I was looking for Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) Hahaha, Yeah We run these streets And some big dope sacks Nigga Smoke some, drink some That's what I'm talkin about Yeah Haha Still blastin at close range Things ain't changed We the gang But we blast and mash to maintain Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D Gang bangin But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckers To my big homeboy C-Style What up dogg? Yeah What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout What Cha Talkin Bout |
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| 4. |
| 3:39 |
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(Daz intro)
Throughout the city the gunfire lit up the street We ride for revenge honor and respect Death to all y'all homeboys, Catching niggas slipping, peeling there motherfucking caps back Yeah, the game, that's how we do it Everyday all day, straight riding Fuck all y'all homeboys (yo yo yo what's up) (Daz Verse 1) I'm back, banging on niggas after trying to murder me Caught in the middle of greed, witness to trickery Now I'm here, ready to die, remember me On a hunt for you bastards to put you out your misery Made a more ? they die with bullet holes 44 explode that's when the story was told My heart is as cold as the tundra Automatic weapons warring like thunder My final destiny is to put ya under Come on warring whenever, me die, nigga never Through the storm and the weather my dogs a go-getter Polish da chrome barretta catching you punk niggas That's the element of surprise you niggas won't regret us Like shooting birds with pellets, let the streets reveal it Do or die motherfuckers trying to kill it Yes you can, and ever since we won't have no peace Till one of us rest in peace, alive or deceased It's your choice, your move, show and prove yo hand Get it off yo chest let me know that you's a man Get your pistols and niggas cuz it's about to get shitty No remorse, no pity, you hear it all through the city (Chorus) Trickery and scandalous bitches Niggas, that I fucked with Wasn't no good from the jump So now what we gone do We gone ride, We gone destroy, build, come anew You know how we do It's not over, till we say so Nigga! (Daz Verse 2) Word on the street is that you better have some heat By your side Caught your homie slippin', did he survive? One to the head left him dead off the words that he said Could have been avoided if he would have drove off instead Nigga shot at my crib where my momma and kids live No doubt, now it's time to take some more of you out Scan the block with an inferred dot, just for a victim There he go, there he was, there he go let's get him My motto is no remorse and that you'll never surrender none Only rely on your self and your gun Biage, as I get high and look at the stars Wish and wish and pray to God for our downfall 'Cause then it's back to the same thang, of this life I lead Bitches, money, and niggas, and weed Bust a left on one O feral with a double pump barrel Be careful, cause these streets could sometimes leave ya narrow With the faith of Moses, and the power of Pharoe With the bullets hotter than fire and as swift as an arrow Death becomes your every wish you try to blast me and miss Now me and my dogs commence to get in your shit You say the lord is your shepherd and you shall not walk It's time to gaffle up these niggas stick 'em dead in the trunk Behold the last words spoken by a dead man It seems to realize niggas 'll never understand (Chorus) Yeah, it's not over When I die my children will grow, and smoke your ass Starting our history book, Gangstaology Throughout the streets we shall survive and live |
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| 3:46 |
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[Lil' C-Style]
Ooo Weee, it's going down Long Beach connect gang Me an my nigga daz doing thangs Yea, can't stop this shit, Im tired of all this bull shit Nigga independent over here, now what im sayin You cant count my shit, ya know [Daz Dillinger] I smoked Tora before I had an call Went from a little old nigga to an world wide rap star My pockets stay fat sometimes I want to say fuck rap and get an sack (Why's That) That where's my heart is at, that why I started that Somebody tell me party at So I can get bombed in riding on the 110, to the 91 to 710 Im back in the beach again, just riding high jumped out with an grin Mother fuckers shoot ten Started off with fifty dollars, no Im up to an thousand Hit nigga after lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta shit [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine [Lil' C-Style] I touch more woman than I can ever feel I stop at the set where the homeboys chill I spot big homie C-bo with the gat and bat Cross the street and the corner with the orange sack As I continue my mission down m.l.k I bust a right and see my homie hanging out on nineteen Baby boy where that gangsta from who and g.c Im that little nigga C Style from nineteen street Not haft way to dip to my hood just yet I spot an bad ass bitch she want to give me some head So I take ten Tracy's, I got an bitch to get I love fucking bitches that I just cant hit [Lil C-Style Chorus 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine [Daz Dillinger] Yea, ha ha one nine nine nine Daz an Lil Style coming through you like that Now you know Eastside is where we hang Got the one nine loc and doing the thang Don't make curb serving, dub or die Taking penitentiary chasing and rapping at the same time My homie once want way back You better read the walls and know where you at Or get your little ass jack, that's why I stay strap When im on the Eastside I keep it on my lap Lil Style [Lil C Style] Nigga I got stay strap Even though im fresh out the county and aint trying to go back To fucking roaches and rats And nasty ass food, I aint try to eat that Im trying to see brand new house and an cadillac Where my six hoes, number one on the bizzat Where my Daz and you know we on fizzat I was carrying to and duce five to an four-five strizzat So eaze up and recognize us Me an my nigga D-A-Z aint we nothin but some riders Aint an damn thang could divide us This is real ass mother fucking Eastsidas [Lil C-Style Chorus 2x] One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine [Daz and Lil C Style] We on some gangsta shit nigga We on some gangsta shit nigga [Big Pimping] Now you aint never show the feeling like the blow That wind place the show and the nine nine that how shit go Fa sho, smoking is what makes train go Blowing circles around over here How many is with the bullets on the bed Yea, you heard what the fuck I said Yea, that some of that gangsta shit That aint representing with that master shit Nigga just let it be known that about no bull shit Cause this song, now that is some of that gangsta shit |
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| 4:12 |
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[Verse 1]
Motherfucker, cha-pow here I am let's get started off right With a gun or a fight, think you hard You a dog that don't bite, see I'm trained to kill Give a fuck about you hoes, spill ya blood for thrills Grip ya body, naked shakin' we neck breakin' Niggas in my hood be runnin' while them niggas salt shakin' Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em' Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box Watch out, surrounded by niggas that's plottin' and creepin' Lot of caps slippin' and jack me for my chips Nah, get the twelve gauge and load a gob Blowin' something in these niggas if they actin' calm Niggas'll blast, yellin' out "Fuck y'all" While they mashin' steady blastin' Ain't just here for nothin' doin' right for right Cause it's right, shit niggas gotta do to earn they stripes [Hook] Can't run, ya can't hide Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it Ya gon' diiiiiie, yeah, yeah Can't run, ya can't hide Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it Ya gon' diiiiiie [Verse 2] Took about the same looty to perform my duty Survey this thing to a nigga that knew me Little did I know he was settin' me up Wettin' me up and catch me up Barely escapin' heart beatin' fast mile racin' A shotty in hell, I thought I was dead But I'm alive and payback is a mother you fucker I'll be back carvin' Ruckers when the gauge start bustin' Penitentiary rap but we here and ain't shit Nigga dyin' quick and get ya throat split Comin' out do worse, I love to do work Retaliation, revenge make it hard to live Shoot-outs cop, when ya jackin' and robbin' and mobbin' Stabbin' on through the town, layin' em' down I'm a war street veteran, never say I better than anybody That nigga Daz and Young Gotti Blast em' with the shot after fleein' the scene Cause money, power, and dreams make a hell of a scheme Grippin' nine to ya brain, put the set on shade Writin' big, bold letter that'll weigh ya sign [Hook] [Verse 3] My dreams and nightmares hard before I went to sleep So I stay awoke and cocked with four five loaded Cautious on my toes at all times, on the grind Mindin' my own, dropped and smoke in the zone It's a shame how we do it, how we represent the game Blast and maintain for the money and the fame You know the steelo, nigga we know We get down and dirty because we do low Keep it strong for so long, I couldn't go wrong But fuckin' with some niggas knew some shit would go wrong Niggas comin' up short chop em' down with the chopper Givin' em' all tones and one hand sole Nigga stop it, show me how you do it, how ya drop it Give my dogs a fat just to get it poppin' Got the dope and the scale and it ain't hard to tell Hard bound but come around where the dogs dwell When ya least expect it, you can die any second Nigga stop check it and dwell on it and respect it [Hook] [Daz talkin] Yeah ain't no where to run and ain't no where to hide Ha ha (Don't die) so you might as well just go on and kill yourself (When ya least expect it, ya gon' die) ha ha ya know why (Die, die) Nigga ha, ha (Ya can't run) yeah |
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What it is nephew ya know
Yea, touchdown on this suckas man From all angles of the game and let these fools know We ridin, we mobbing, we hogging, we dogging, we flossing and balling So what it iz [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] What it iz, I thought we was down to end My best of friends try to mash me and do me again What it iz, I thought we was down to end What it iz [Daz Dillinger] Forever coping cash, be on the mash with my business Honest ticking yall niggas, niggas cross me got me acting shity Real niggas is all that I keep Keep watching the street making it happen with the rap and the beat This the game and we bang on other gangs That Don't play when we claim, so we knocks them out the frame What a shame it is, cant be levels, cant be friends Homies be acting funny we am swerve and an grin But aint no thang do you in Grew up as an kid giving all I can give with one life to live But with the Sean John give me con From growing off of murder of mother fuckers, Bounty it's on You know what time it is, drooping these rhymes again Anyway it goes you niggas cant see my flow [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] [Daz Dillinger] Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day [Daz Dillinger] Roll up an blunt Pulling and punching giving it up for nothing Only in it for something if it aint cheese fucking, Roll up biz a bucket I keep niggas coming, so watch out before your punk ass get knocked out Stuff one right back up in your mouth Waking up early, im down so what you cha talking about Im Daz Dillinger but im still dat nigga daz Only in it just to get it just bust an niggas ass Only demonstration, fuck conversation with us Only conversation when we kick up dust Its an must that I diss you niggas back again Plus on your video talking all that smack [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] [Daz Dillinger] Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day [Daz Dillinger] Now my last verse Showing up an few women Im coming up and get bombed rushed For running up Long Beach Have you forgot where you from Eastside of Long Beach represent 21 Blowing smoke in your face Roll up an joint or bong To set let your mother fucking ass to get out an song Its strong to be weak, Watch out when I creep And I land in yo ass to knock you out your feet That pimp shit to impress me or faze me All I fuck different yall and yall don't pay me Simple as I can say I can say Fuck Yall This is from all of my doggs so Fuck Yall [Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x] [Daz Dillinger] Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day Why does niggas want to act funny with the money We used to be down back in the day |
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| 3:38 |
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It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop can't quit 'cause we ?? the grind [Daz,(Kurupt):] Yo ( Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doing it like usual, you know what I'm sayin? You can't stop you can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life, and keep on ?missionin? on the grind for yours Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on the grind [Daz] I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up, and I love when I'm comin up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin up Telling all yall fools yall aint one of us [Kurupt] Nigga, get a glimpse of a fact plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the OG's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it, Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit(yeah) Jack nigga, Daz, and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash, with heaters to reclaim the ass Chorus:(2x)(minor changes the 2nd time) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get it we be out here on the grind [Kurupt] Yeah nigga, half a days gone by Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin 9, and pump five-fifty-five Forty-five many Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And yall cowards dyin tryin to be like us Gangsta [Daz] With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Muthafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga, or half a key I remember when I came up, niggas rang up Some Cripped up some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, straged my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, white, black, mexican, and jap Homeboy do anything for a scrap [Kurupt] Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck yall niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck yall hood Hell naw bitch nigga it aint all to the good Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on the grind [(Daz)Kurupt] (We can't stop, can't rewind the time) Yeah that's what's wrong with yall niggas (Out of dolla bills nickles and dimes) (On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine, all the time, on the grind) Yeah homie, you gotta keep yo hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here foreva, Yeah, huh huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt young Gotti '99 millenium 2000 like fuck a bitch Put it on the catalogs homie, Classics' 'CRIP!! |
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| 3:59 |
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Mac Shawn:
Daz nigga wanna hoes right here man These bitches better have a rack on A G strap Daz Dillinger: I had one hell of a night Two freak ass ??? F**ked me and sucked me Like hell of ??? Name Jackie Sweat like ??? With an earing on her tittie and a ring on her toung I said lay back and let me hit the cat Down to fifty hennessy and plus we smoked a sack I got busy on the cop In back of the track I'm like word that you heard Nigga don't stop Mac Shawn I had this bad ass bitch She was freaking me All up on that ecstasy A bad defeat Malcome X Nothing going on but some serious sex Throw your hands to the back Like a porno fleck What's con is it Don't bust a glock Layed back F**k bitch and I'm gonna rock the cock See I'm back again With this fresh pimp and all my nigga We all in and everything Is on a hoe and some of you niggas Just don't know Daz: I said you just don't know I said you just don't know Hook 2X You know {you know} and he knows {and he knows} and we know {and we know} That yourgirlfriend is still a hoe You punk bitch Daz Dillinger: She was a pretty thang but a nasty freak They used to f**k her older sister By the name of ??? ????? She used to sing love songs Why she was f**king me pussy, tittie, ass shaking Pry to god Hoe don't scream rape but I busta like a cherry and I squeeze it like ??? Mac Shawn: I put the dick in her face and she loved the taste Now understand why she loved that face 'cause it's a freaky thang but a good thang Not knowin tonight She going to do thangs She preformed on one of us Like never before Imagne that When she hit the flow She sucked and sucked I f**ked and f**ked She paid Mac Shawn and I straight got up Daz: Bitch heres a towel Wipe the nutt of your butt Hook 2X Soopafly: She came over to eat this rap dick Yea I cocked the hoe Yea I kicked game and knocked the hoe A lil' dick love in bitch By the name of ??? I really did'nt kick no game All I said was hey She tourned around Half ass like she was frome the bay Her teeth were so f**ked up Made it hard for here to say What she wanted to do with this dick I gave her a tip Grab this dick like it was a toothbrush In between your lips and scrub Come on bitch scrub I came with that favorite toothpaste you love {sperm} Snatched it out her mouth Kicked that hoe out She begged for the number Like please don't end ot Man I gave the bitch a number to the dentist Sent her on the way Like just don't smile 'cause if one time they see that grill you know they gonna kill you Hook: 3X Mac Shawn: Bitch you was nothing Never will be something We burn rubber on you Raggedy bitch You nothing piece of hoe Imagne that Now Bitch Soopafly the high prince Young Daz Mac-N-Ass Shawn It don't stop bitch raggedy junky hoe F**k you and your friends Bitch and your mother Hoe |
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| 13. |
| 4:12 |
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[Daz]
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz (Uh Yeah through kurupt talking) [Kurupt] Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti, Dillinger spillin these bitches Gangstas gangstas make the world go 'round nigga BLAST! [Daz] Nigga stop saying that you wit daz Wet niggas and wit straps Who could have did that Retaliate and get back Shit you came wizack 7 nigga you crizaps Notice how I came in wit the wheels of a Jizag Smoke weed and drink yack Known to break bizacks When you see me nigga violently I can get Tap that ass claim you know where my gang hang at Long beach, east nigga yo believe that Slang powder, weed, and crizack Tell me where the ? Homicide, daily live hangin' where it's izat Came bent nigga with gun knives and bizats Whup an nigga ass like that [Chorus] RAW Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt We don't give a fuck RAW Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt We never give a fuck (X2) [Kurupt] We make our stizacks Murder kidnaps and jackin for the scrizatch Not giving a fuck, you ain't no mizatch Pull it bizack, blast and ask questions lizast It's like thizat, blastin chrome mizat Thizat, playin them hoes just like Dizaz It's all about the cizash, Clash and blast on they bitch ass Yelling out fuck y'all bitches Hittin' fourteen corners with sixteen switches Who the fuck wants to step into the dog yard Wit all the dizogs, it's all through the fizog Pistols aiming and anybody that wants to piss-off Like fuck all yizall, X stopped the wizall Remarked up dogg pound gangsta dizogs Daz is his name and motherfucker don't forget it I'm kurupt the kidnapping, heavy caliber missle launcher, mongrel, With the black bizak it's like thizat Not giving a fuck who you are, or where your izat Don't bark spark the strizap Shut the fuck, dogs surround Get paralyzed by shells from hell hounds knocking motherfuckers up then back down [Chorus] RAW Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt We don't give a fuck RAW Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt We never give a fuck (X2) [Daz] Why you front on me low Because I fucked your hizoe 45 automatics to leave 'em in the street yo Tearing shit up just like a fucking torpedo My dogs come around when they hear the wiztle Boom Boom Boom it fly just like a missle Hungry dogs attack when they eat the meat yo [Kurupt] Hit ya in ya chest fuck around and rip ya tiss-ue [Daz] Murder Murder Murder now it's all to the sequel [Kurupt] Nigga, that ain't no way to talk to a fellow dog well explain I guess he a dog cause of the chain See I ain't never seen him that near meeting when all the cats was trying to lock a dog izup Knock a dog dizown, drizown nizza I'm a pop the double 4 pizound Bitch ass nigga with a bitch ass sound Fuck a record I'm a catch his at the hizouse And stuff a 3 quarter inch dick up in his mizouth [Chorus] RAW Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt We don't give a fuck RAW Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt We never give a fuck (X2) [Kurupt] Yeah nigga, the real dogs is back Daz and kurupt like fuck y'all niggas homie Punks, yeah, y'all lucky Simon ain't home punk Yeah for all y'all bitch ass niggas Remember the dogs, the dogs, the dogs (dogs barking) |
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| 4:00 |
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[Intro - Daz]
Man, nigga (?) is tore up, y'knahmsayin? Shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that music down Yeah yeah, y'knahmsayin? Let's jack these niggaz for what they got, y'knahmsayin? Heard these niggaz got some big paper on them Dope sacks and all that shit Get the gauge nigga, c'mon, let's go, we out! [Daz] It's another bad day in the hood My clientele's doin small, my profits ain't nuttin good Hit a couple licks (hit 'em up!) in a matter of seconds we rich Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor but fuck the cops and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't gon' catch us and a undercover G, ahh, our plates is from Texas Got the bombers, fuck the moto that niggaz never smoke Got the weed that when you take a tote you gonna choke Out of town, we put it down in a major way Never knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay Load up by Rucker's gettin step and never know who gon' get shady doin business So we never slept in powder box and hot, snitches and fiends, and cops, makin niggaz shit hot, so we relocate the spot We got some bitches doin dirty work, outta down (?) the work Come back wit our bread, break a nigga or some hands (BIATCH!) That's the way I love it, you know I love that shit The way I fucks a bitch and clock the green [sung] Because it's all about the money man [Daz] You can't get nuttin without it [sung] It's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] That's what the ballers got [sung] Said it's all about the money man [Daz] Yeah, yeah, yeah [sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Cash dollar [sung] Said it's all about the money man [Daz] You can't get nuttin without it [sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Get it, get it, get it [sung] Said it's all about the money man [Daz] Aww [sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Run it, run it, run it [Daz] Fresh broads and five hundred thousand dollars homes and mobile phones (yeah!) better play the coke Smokin weed by the zones (the pound) Got a down ass bitch to help me get through shit When times get rough at times you know you can't trust no bitch Keep my eye for them high, and a motherfucker tune it out Zulu's out, livin life homey, that's what it's all about Bustin niggaz, dustin niggaz, fo' all out, respect Sprayin niggaz down wit the tec, aww shit Maintainin bangin me mad, still I do my thang Fly my niggaz in stadium style, from the gang Three-fifty-seven's, forty-fives, get the party live Get the dumpin the niggaz that runnin for they lives (FUCKER!) Me and my potnahs in the town, slang dick deep Through twenty pieces, quarter pound to support the kings Whatchu need is what we got from the break you diss me to your favorite block We be settin up shottin what's mine, tec wit a glock To let you know, motherfucker that it don't stop Makin bills for a quarter mill', this life we live is way to real From hustin rock to fuckin bitches that's top knotch (biatch!) This fast life made Shaq crazy, at actin outta control To let you know-know what the fuck we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls Swoopin through the streets to let you motherfuckers know (know) .. [sung] .. that it's all about the money man [Daz] Can't do nuttin without it [sung] It's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Yeah (??) [sung] Said it's all about the money man [Daz] Can't be cheap [sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Yeah, yeah, yeah [sung] Said it's all about the money man [Daz] Money, money, cash money [sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Cash scrilla [sung] Said it's all about the money man [Daz] Can't be cheap [sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Money, money [Outro - Daz] Yeah, keep your motherfuckin head up and watch yo' back Cause everywhere you go some nigga out there tryin to, jack on yo' ass Y'knahI'msayin? Ain't nuttin nice about these streets, y'knahmsayin? Every G out there for they selves, that's how it goes down, y'know? So y'all check game, peep game so y'all understand It's all about that money mayn, that chedder y'knahmsayin? Fuck these sucker ass niggaz out there my niggaz! |
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[Latoya Williams]
Ooooh... Hi, my name is Latoya Williams and this is a story about; my man You see ladies, I had this man about, two or three years ago And boy did I love my man But somethin awful happened, mmm and they took him away for awhile {*door slamming*} Now I know some of you ladies out there know what I'm talkin about Here's my story... I'm feelin so lonely, lonely, lonely, lone As I sit by the phone, mmm Days are long, nights are cold There's no one home, but me What am I to do? - I find myself, callin you, over and over and over Please, pleeease, come and rescue me From all this pain, all this pain, and agony! OoohHHHhhh! (But all, I have is time without you) And that's not good, oh no! (It hurts, to know there's nothin I can do) If I could, but I gotta try (try) and do it! (do it) 'cause your not here, and I'm so alone without you! (you) So I'll do it (do it) Sometimes! It hurts so much that I cry! (cry) and I bawl (mmmmmmm) 'cause my baby, my baby, my baby ain't home OoohHHHhhh no! OohhHHh, ohhhHHh-ho-ho *more harmonizing* My baby, my baby... (But all, I have is time without you) And that's not good, oh no no no! (It hurts, to know there's nothin I can do) If I could, but I gotta try (try) and do it! (do it) 'cause your not here, and I'm so alone without you! (you) Sometimes! It hurts and then I cry! (cry) and I bawl (mmmmmmm) 'cause my baby, my baby, my baby ain't home Ohhh! Ooo-oo-oooooohh... |
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| 5:03 |
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(Feels so good)
Feels good to know that someone loves you (To know someone loves you) Feels good to know someone cares (I want to feel you) It's been a long time since I felt you Just call my name I'll be there (Feels so good) Young Daz rollin' through high suburban, swervin' Down the block, catchin' eyes and cutie pies Observe, that is somethin' particular, met 'em ??? town Home girl what's ya name, she replied the same Yo baby lookin' fly, I could see it in her eye Respect me, you best be prepared when you sex me Since I let you tell it girl I could rock you 'til your heart stops Down to your knees like just like havin' a seizure Please you with the conversation ?? ??? Later on, have you chillin' talkin' 'bout livin' lavish and bubble bathes Kickin' it on the Ave, young Daz trippin' off the times we had Wasn't usual but it was crucial, that I had the bomb and you had it Couldn't even get mad, it wasn't expected from the baddest girl around town I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down What you did to me couldn't be duplicated, you made it the bomb Even playa hated sometimes, keep in mind When you laid your head, you knew you laid it in the right place When you gave it up girl, you knew you ran the right race Make it hot and sweet, give your body to me Young Daz, sho' 'nuff gon' get it, home girl And it feels good baby In my mind's eye all I see is time passin' by Will I make it to the other side Ready to ride, we was all born to die But will I die alone, baby girl what's it gon' be She got the bombest shape I ever seen before Man, she got a brother thinkin' 'bout never doin' wrong, man Go on girl with your bad ass She got her own bank account, makin' her own cash I might be movin' to fast, but with an ass shaped like that She's the shit, plus she makes her own money, she ain't after my chips I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for Catch a G dippin' by high at the sky, I lace the game Everybody wants the best, and every gangsta has a gangstaress When I pulled on the block lovin' the hood like a muthafucka Then I seen my girl, felt good from that moment on Yo Daz (get busy) Kurupt (get busy) All my ladies (get busy) It don't stop (get busy) Ay yo Daz (get busy) Kurupt (get busy) It don't stop why'all (get busy) It don't stop why'all (get busy) Who ya down for (you) To ride or die, to lie, baby just for you) Wouldn't trade you for no money or no girls It was me and you to rule the world (it was me and you to rule the world) She cruise my neighborhood draggin' the ground Layin' it down on hundred spokes Flossin' with her home girls with no shirt Pull around the corner, Dana Dane's shinin' She see me on the grind and on the front line and You know where I hang, about handlin' things Be on the corner where the bangers bang Flossin' the neighborhood with your home girls yellin' 'whoo, whoo' Lookin' extra cute, G'd in my Coupe Get your bounce on baby girl, I love her Plus you'll bounce with me, I adore her 'Cause she'll blaze an ounce with me (say what) Khakis more creased than mine She's gangstafied, she wears Dickies not Calvin Kleins Never ignore me 'cause she adores me, ya know, ya know |
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| 4:02 |
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Kurupt (Daz):
Gangsta (Yeah), Gangsta (Yeah) Daz (Kurupt): I Know y'all like The cars dat go boom (...boom ...boom..) so everybody out there just turn yo shit up (boom...boom..) ha [Kurupt] Beitch, it's the Gangstaz! What Up Daz? where dem hoez at? where dem bitchez at? where da homiez at? [Verse I - Daz] Cruzin' down the block and my system bangin' out about a million watts all these suckers wanna stare and jock and hear my shit subbin' down the block I'ma tell you what I got and my shit be thumpin' 5 10s in the back we bumpin' chrome deez on an ice machine and god damn my shit be thumpin' boom boom thats just my amps e-q'z with the alpine deck y'all niggaz cant really fuck wit this all my homeboys know who got the shit see the girls like bass when it's in they face and when they love it cut it feels so great when I pull up homegirl I got the gate all my homeboys luv that bass [Kurupt] All I want is my gold deez talkin on my phones and a Armani's OG DP GC's kurupt and D-A-Z 64 dippin' down the streets switches or not as long as-it got beats all my homeboyz on the cut like we dont give a fuck what the fuck? what bounce my homeboys rounded DPG surrounded you know how gangstaz roll G'ing in full control hittin' up in mo' control dipping on all gold why the fuck you wanna play wit a gangta man my system bang. Chorus - Daz (Kurupt) My system bumpin' down the street My system bumpin' down the street My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass Can you feel it y'all... huh-ha can you fell it y'all I said My system bumpin' down the street My system bumpin' down the street My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh-ha can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) [Verse II - Daz] Lexus, Benz's, Lincoln, jeeps wit the beat with the color TV'z wit the fresh ass deez wit the killer weed and my shit lookin' hell'a clean you can hear me around the corner music bangin' because I like it loud wanna buy dippin' high wit the homeboyz Me and my niggaz be shakin' the crowd 50 amps and 30 woofers and my shit be pushing power cruzing not givin' a fuck rollin' about 3 miles an hour im the shit at the car shows i'll be flossin wit all the hoes old school cadillac cutless then 64's [???] See me and my girls will buy a lexus jeep rollin 6 deep till you hear the beat bumpin' loud move twice lets move the crowd gettin' rowdy rowdy wit my bumpin sounds no doubt get a price and my system tight y'all niggaz ain't the only one wit Karl Kani got bumpin' beats stepped of on your chest showing all y'all niggaz that I bump the best See we be wilding pro-filing sipping crystal & we styling and went it comes to the subs my shit be thumpin the loudest so all you fellas don't doubt it y'all sisters wit me then shout it we show dem niggaz we ball we bringin heat out the trunk all you fools reckognise im the mad 'cause you can keep on trying and still get can adapt to this i'm the flyest shit you've ever seen and you know what the fuck I mean Nigga.. [Kurupt] Baby tou've ever heard about a gangsta? Then you heard about me Then you heard about the homiez, baby D-P-G See I'm smooth an I be movin and my shit bangs you heard where I hang? Dogg Pound Gang wit the candy out the paint see im lookin' all clean make it glissin' listen sparkle dippin' O-G you can hear around the block i let my system rock pancake drop you know it dont stop bounce rock chillin' hangin cant belive how my shit bangin' oh you aint heard the thang yet you haven't heard my shit bang yet yet, yet, Chorus - Daz (Kurupt) And my system bumpin' down the street My system bumpin' down the street My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh (Boom) can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) Said my system bumpin' down the street (street) My system bumpin' down the street (Street) My system bumpin' down the street (zztt zztt) wit nuthin but bass Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) My system bumpin' down the street (street) My system bumpin' down the street (ezzt) My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass (Bass Bass) Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh Can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) |
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah What's up, what's up Where you at nigga, on my way nigga Nigga, nigga Yeah, what's goin' on They don't know about that new shit huh Where you at, up bitch if ya let me [Mark Morrison] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah [Daz Dillinger] Out of the clear, blue sky makin' it happen Also shit we stackin' Crushin' and bustin' upon all these backstabbers I seen em' in traffic, it's Daz Dillinger He ain't familiar with us How I getsdown and gets up Scopin' out the scene, forever makin' green Stabbed in the back, plot and scheme Me, Tray, and Mark get busy After dark rippin' in my park From the end to the start So tell me homeboy what it is I thought we was down to the end My next of kin tryin' to blast me to the end What it is I thought that we was down till the end What it is, backstabbers [Mark Morrison] Said ya was my brother, brother But you ain't no brother, brother Turnin' ya back on me And it turns to jealousy Said she was my sister, sister But you ain't no sister, sister Treatin' a mack this way Dodgin' me all day I thought you was my back (Yes I did) Cause we all still black (So true) And no matter what you do (No, no, no) I could always count on you (Oh) [Daz Dillinger] Oh, oh, oh, oh [Hook: Daz Dillinger (Mark Morrison)] (Backstabbers) Who's supposed to be ya friend (Backstabbers) The one that be down to the end (Backstabbers) Soon they stab you in the back (Backstabbers) What I'm supposed to do, stab em' back (Backstabbers) Who's supposed to be ya friend (Backstabbers) The one that be down to the end (Backstabbers) Soon they stab you in the back (Backstabbers) What I'm supposed to do, stab em' back (Backstabbers) [Mark Morrison] Girl he ain't my brother How is he my brother Turnin' backs on me And it turns to your envy Swearin' she my sister But how is she my sister Servin' suits on me Negative plublicity, listen I thought she was my back (Yes I did) Cause we all still black (So true) And no matter what you do (No, no, no) I could always count on you Brother can't you see That he usin' you against me And no matter what they say Mack Daddy's here to stay [Hook] Backstabbers, like a flagrant foul with no damn sound How dare you try to stop big pimpin' slow When the life of the flavor is my ho Layin' between the lines lyrically Inclined to come off divine Every mack in time, against all that [Mark Morrison] I thought you was my brother Cause we all still black And no matter what you do I could always count on you Sister can't you see They're plottin' you against me And no matter what they do My love will come to you (Tray Deee) [Tray Deee] When I return like the mack then I cause disaster (Yeah) Bangin' on these wack, back stabbin' bastards (What) Perhaps it's a lack of true macks that's rappin' (Uh) While people don't be knowin' what's exactly happenin' But try to play me, Tray Dee will clashin' Cause I brand these Magnums and blast the fastest Don't ask if I'm massive to grab my stashes I last in the past puttin' plans in caskets Daz and the Mack in the back be flashin' And havin' it lavish with smashin' classics Act like mack life ain't no joke Burnin' youth hang in Cali where the pistols smoke (What) [Mark Morrison (Daz)] Backstabbers...backstabbers (What ya say now) Backstabbers (What ya say now) backstabbers (What ya say now) Backstabbers (What ya say, what ya say) backstabbers [Hook to fade] |
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