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DAZ DILLINGER lyrics : "Oh No"

[Daz:]
Oh no! Murder, murder, murder...
Busting at these ^!$$%z who claim to be hard

Murder, murder, murder...

Come and blast Dat ^!$$% Daz and act rude

Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your mother$#&@er's cords
Me, we're going back for you to say that

Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you mother$#&@ers 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 %#@!, ^!$$%, 'cause we're blasting
See, we're The Gang, kicking just to maintain

Bang on ^!$$%z for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on 'em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and (*##$es, to getting richer


[Chorus x2:]
Oh no, ^!$$%z just wanna get killed tonight

Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
^!$$%z better pack you guns


[J-Money:]
Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo %#@!

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 %#@! man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions

Listen, Money on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon


[Chorus x2]

[Daz:]

Watch out, here I come
Battling mother$#&@ers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm

It's D-A to the Z, dropping the formula
And every ^!$$% that I know in Californ-i-a
Dat ^!$$% Daz will come out and play

Busting on ^!$$%z 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 (*##$es $$# ^!$$%z on an open platter
Yeah, haha


Fool, what ^!$$%, you know that got your $$# 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 mother$#&@ers

I come up from the slums and I run, mother$#&@ers
No other than The Gang, it's the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claming Oscars

While most ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z, come on, come and get their (???) done

I'm the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap
A ^!$$% 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 x2]

Oh no...

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