Here We Are/Go Killem
Исполнитель: D.P.G. (Daz Dillinger solo)
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[Intro: Daz & (Kurupt)]<br>Psss... yeah...<br>It`s about time served y`all bitch ass niggaz<br>Y`knahmsayin? Tired of ya`ll bitch ass niggaz everywhere<br>(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt)<br>187 killin`, everyday all day<br>I`m comin out!<br><br>[Daz Dillinger]<br>Niggaz you better come strapped with some tactics to get back<br>Or get capped, the back slap, or laid flat<br>Swift as a cheetah when them thangs comin` to greet you in the dark<br>I won`t mislead you when you seein` the sparks<br>Dustin` off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus <br>Can`t touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckers<br>Me and my dogg`s blast with intentions, leavin` y`all missing in action<br>Bitch ass, sorry ass bastards<br>Heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer<br>Cuts is ours, for all my real niggaz behind bars<br>Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife<br>To get strikes at thirteen for takin` your life<br>Seven tec`s, I earn repect, you chin check the rep - <br>Or die when your bitch ass step<br>I take precaution, stalkin` these streets, flossin` and ballin`<br>Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin` for keeps<br>Real niggaz do real thangs in this gangbang life we lead<br>You can`t hang, nigga die and bleed<br>Murder won`t stop `til every busta and sucka drop<br>Fuck the cops, they stop me from corruptin` the block<br>Rocks blast the glocks in the weed spot<br>Stop playa hatin` what we got and clock your own knock<br>Grindin`, perfectin`, and shinin` the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds<br>Blind ya when we come up behind ya<br><br>[Chorus: Daz Dillinger + (female singer)]<br>Here we are... (here we are)<br>And there they are... (there they are)<br>Gon` get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*}<br>Gon` get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*}<br><br>[Daz Dillinger]<br>My philosophy`s unheard of, I choreographered the murderer<br>My morals are show no mercy and no sorrow<br>Fuedin` and layin` `em down, forever ready it`s hereditary<br>Layin` `em down dead up in the mortuary<br>Families mourn, another life is gone<br>Brandish your torn , forty weeks later a soldier is born<br>Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could<br>Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could<br>We back shootin` up homes and Cadillac`s {*gun shot*}<br>Don`t ever ever come back, just to show me where it`s at<br>Off the rack comes the gauge - <br>Buck sprays and AK`s retaliate in a major way<br>We in the land where it`s man for man, clan for clan<br>Simple mistakes - you`ll end up dead (say what?)<br>I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips<br>Grip the pistol to your brain, never takin` no shit<br>Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail<br>Rather die makin` it happen than to die in a cell<br>Rather load up my hollow-point shells for niggaz who snitch and tell<br>Leave they bodies with the maggots and snails<br>C`d up, fatigued up... (Criiip!), always G`d up<br>On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks<br>Big dollars... (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta<br>My kids got enemies now because of they father<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X<br><br>[Daz Dillinger]<br>Smokin`, loaded, and fucked up, I ain`t lucked up<br>On some niggaz who try to get bucked<br>In the fashion, the blastin`, it`s hard to imagine the cash<br>And known niggaz who be actin` like bastards<br>What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew<br>To come do what they do, and put in work on you<br>Semi-automatic cause static<br>Static`s inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day<br>You want trouble? HA HA, let`s bring it quick, fast<br>And dash and blast up on they bitch ass<br>Adios as his ass got smoked - <br>He provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost...<br>I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (uhh!)<br>Cause to me and my homeboy`s ya`ll just some punks, haha<br>Who really want it? Nigga, come get it<br>Slowly but surely, homie you ain`t never forget it<br>How many times I gotta say stop fuckin` with mine<br>Livin` the life of crime where it`s do or die<br>Y`all niggaz don`t really want none of this<br>We the shit... blow your fuckin` crew to bits<br><br>[Chorus] - 3X w/ variations<br><br>[Outro: Daz]<br>Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here<br>Jump out, serve his ass {*gun shot*}<br>Boom, give it, get on the ground!