HOMICIDE lyrics : "Mr. Dayton"
My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po black young ^!$$%.
Flow deep on your %#@! lookin' hella clean.
See, I'm the reason, that ^!$$%s look at you mean.
I bring jealousy and hate when I roll through.
Havin' ^!$$%s jockin' on your car that you never new.
I make the game worth winnin', gold spokes spinnin',
But don't let me catch your $$# slippin'.
I have your whole crew checked at the intersection,
So you best invest in more protection.
The evil that I bring ain't no good.
I'm smokin' Vogues, through every ^!$$%s neighborhood.
And where I'm from, I get more props than the president,
Cuz when a ^!$$% gets killed, I'm the evidence.
So it's 1-8-7 all day.
^!$$%s don't understand, I'm a G.
[chorus1]
They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po strapped young ^!$$%.
Just call me Mr. Dayton, just call me Mr. Dayton.
My name is Dayton, the tripple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po strapped young ^!$$%.
Just call me Mr. Dayton.
[Verse 2:]
They call me Dayton, I'm pushin' more keys than a locksmith,
So what the law never saw, can't stop %#@!.
Triple golds on that $$#, with a hun'ed spokes.
I'll let the one-time know that you sell dope.
How can a ^!$$% wit no job on probation
Have enough scratch to relax on some gold daytons?
And even if I'm stolen,
It don't matter, cuz I'm sittin' on the next ^!$$%'s %#@! rollin'.
So catch me if you can Mr. D-A,
I'm in the hood, smokin' dank, gettin' three ways.
Cocaine, triple beam, and amphetamines.
That's somethin' you don't see up in the magazines.
So it's 1-8-7 all day.
Some don't understand, I'm a G.
[chorus2]
My name is Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po black young ^!$$%.
Just call me Mr. Dayton, just call me Mr. Dayton.
My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po black young ^!$$%.
Just call me Mr. Dayton.
[Verse 3:]
1 ^!$$%, 2 killas, 3 daytons, 4.
It's murder after dark, when them G's ride low.
Reflections of death, triple gold punk bit the block on them thangs,
Now every (*##$ know my name.
Ain't no hope, when I step out the station,
Every ^!$$% sprung on them guns and the gold daytons.
All day, every day, it's the same %#@!,
Every ^!$$% tryin' to find his way up out the game, quick.
Cuz Mr. Cop and Mr. Fed want a ^!$$% dead.
But the park's in my heart, so them fools bled.
I'm hittin' corners, pushin' levels with that deep %#@!.
These undercovers tryin' to catch me on the weak tip.
I'm from the 4-block, but the OG's, they rock forever
Don't slip on these dark streets cuz the one-time way too clever.
Home invasion, I'll have a ^!$$% soaked in blood.
^!$$%s can't deal with that Oak Park Terrel love.
West Coast murder, home of the feds.
Bloodshed every where, mother$#&@ers dead.
It's that ^!$$%, 7-8-1 all day.
Some don't understand, I'm a G.
[chorus3]
They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po black young ^!$$%.
Just call me Mr. Dayton, My name is Mr. Dayton...
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