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DAZ DILLINGER lyrics : "We Do This Passion!"

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's
Murder machines, for where I hang and stay
Obey the laws of the street, 'fore yo' (*##$ $$# get beat

And I'm hoein' and I'm only out to rob and cheat
Get your pistols and rags, ^!$$% prepare to blast
It ain't no questions or discussion, get the dope and the cash

We came up quick, plottin' on real (*##$ %#@!
Three-hundred and fifty G's, three ^!$$%z was split
Flippin' and servin' chickens

Any dirty work - I was down with it
A true soldier and I stay committed


[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You 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 war
Put in work Death Row - even the score

Mini machine guns, grenades, and forty-fives
We crazy in the land where it's hard to survive
Catchin' ^!$$%z slippin' if you're Bloodin' or Crippin'

On a mission blastin' ^!$$%z if you all wit it
You see we bang for a livin', use the gun
Drugs and prison, ^!$$%z doin' hella time

Roll with these scandalous ^!$$%z
Back looped out, smoked out
Hit another one, I'm bombed out, smoked out

So we load and swerve in the glass house and we roll the street
My brand ^!$$%z run up on you so we pull up the heat
I said "What's up?"... he replied with the wrong set

It's my duty and my job to put this ^!$$% to rest
Boom, boom - shots from the tec rain out
Another wrong ^!$$% dead, that's what I'm talkin' about

^!$$%z yell my name out and say they gon' kill me
I ain't worried 'bout a thang, y'all ^!$$%z can't kill me!


[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You 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 ^!$$%z wonder what I came for

Jumpin' out of buckets, dumpin' on them brand mother$#&@ers
Who claim for the fame, puttin' somethin' up in you bustas
Looped out, feelin' good no doubt

With a tec ready to put some mother$#&@in' heads out
Servin' fools, pull around the corner
Slow down and jump out, to show you what I'm all about

I'm yellin' "$#&@ you ^!$$%!" and I hope you die
Showin' y'all ^!$$%z how real gangstas ride
Come up workin' for birds early, busta young died early

Ridin' dirty with a gauge underage
Had to drop off the pump, that's when the real %#@! start
Y'all (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z ain't got heart, y'all cowards

We give it up, inject pain on ^!$$%z and conversate with the trigger
Blast, escape, then get to dippin'
Set trippin's like an everyday thang, where we hang

Still Tha Gang, where we blast to maintain at close range
AK's, 357's, and tec's - all kind of %#@!
Catch you ^!$$%z slippin' because we Crippin' on the set

Willin', looped out, your homie just got out
Dogg Pound 'bout to take you ^!$$%z 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 passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

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