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  • 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********'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********s rest and hang at
    I'm in long beach, where the ********ers hang at
    Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
    And asking for *************t, *************, '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, ****, cars and ********, to getting richer
    Chorus (2x):
    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 *************t
    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 *************t man, i'm broke, feeling critical conditions
    Listen, money on a dirt mission
    Creeping to the night, beating tight, armageddon
    Chorus (2x)
    Daz:
    Watch out, here i come
    Battling mother********s 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 ******** ass *************z on an open platter
    Yeah, haha
    Fool, what *************, you know that got your ass 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********s
    I come up from the slums and i run, mother********s
    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 ma*************ng, blast to maintain
    We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change
    Chorus (2x)
    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********'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********s rest and hang at
    I'm in long beach, where the ********ers hang at
    Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
    And asking for *************t, *************, '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, ****, cars and ********, to getting richer
    Chorus (2x):
    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 *************t
    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 *************t man, i'm broke, feeling critical conditions
    Listen, money on a dirt mission
    Creeping to the night, beating tight, armageddon
    Chorus (2x)
    Daz:
    Watch out, here i come
    Battling mother********s 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 ******** ass *************z on an open platter
    Yeah, haha
    Fool, what *************, you know that got your ass 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********s
    I come up from the slums and i run, mother********s
    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 ma*************ng, blast to maintain
    We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change
    Chorus (2x)
    Oh no...