Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Daz Dillinger f Tray Deee, J-MoneyНазвание : Oh NoДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Oh no! Murder, murder, murder... Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard Murder, murder, murder... Come and blast Dat Nigga Daz and act rude Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard Pulling your motherfucker`s cords Me, we`re going back for you to say that Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back Knowing where you motherfuckers 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 shit, nigga, `cause we`re blasting See, we`re The Gang, kicking just to maintain Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners We on `em just for twelve figures Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer Chorus (2x): Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight Niggaz better pack you guns J-Money: Glocks are popping off like turbo Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit 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 shit 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 motherfuckers till the break of dawn Homeboy, ring the alarm It`s D-A to the Z, dropping the formula And every nigga that I know in Californ-i-a Dat Nigga Daz will come out and play Busting on niggaz 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 bitches ass niggaz on an open platter Yeah, haha Fool, what nigga, 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 motherfuckers I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers No other than The Gang, it`s the slang and prosper And bang us mobsters, while claming Oscars While most niggaz 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 Niggaz, come on, come and get their (???) done I`m the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap A nigga 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 (2x) Oh no... | Похожие исполнители: |
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