[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, Daz Dillinger
I`m gonna take you into some gangsta shit
What y`all niggas don`t even know about
And now you ?feels? to know about,
what we call Gangsta Rap
But this is for the niggas who was down from day one
Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers
I advise all you ghetto livin`, struggling from day to day,
tryin` to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed,
a fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas
To get your money man, get paid
These motherfuckers are cut off welfare
How are we go eat if we don`t cheat
These (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives
Striking us out from left to right
With no motherfucking one in sight
Fuck that!!
Sell your dope
Get your jack on, get your sack on,
put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas
Cause it`s on
God dammit it`s on
Now what the hell you bout to go youngster
[The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)]
Go ride nigga
Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now
[Daz] Oh yeah motherfucker it`s on
[The Gang]
Ay come on Bad A$$ let`s do it nigga, it`s on now nigga
Ay ay nigga
What`s up nigga (What`s up)
Ay nigga
Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word)
Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga
(Man I take my baby inside today man)
What`s up
Nigga
Nigga, Ay, We can`t realy talk right now tough nigga (Alright)
But uh, it`s going down later on 9-30 nigga
The big man hoe nigga
Be there nigga
Yeah
[Bad A$$ ]What`s up Daz Dillinger
[Daz] Shit, Bad A$$, tryin` to keep it realer than real, man
Least half these punk ass....
motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin`
The big spot nigga, ain`t clockin` no dollar.
[BA] Man I`m trying to have
Man I ain`t trying to go for shit
[DD] Man you know my glock is hot
(Eastside)
Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin]
I`m coming through your zone late night, shit
Dogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shit
Cause I hold on,
I`m 20 feet tall
The biggest walkin` bill fuck around to get killed
Get shoot
Don`t try to sneak a peak in my book
(?Home at hose?) , overdose the thoughts when he look
The forbidden
The hittin` zone that I`m hitting
Don`t play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (?slittin`?)
(?)
So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin` bomb
Vietnam
I bring the pain rains no (?)
Execution style is the shells from the heat veal
Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies
Just what the fuck you thinkin` try to play with my money
It`s nothing but the Dogg Pound Gangstas
Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes
Verse Two: [Tray Deee]
I arise in disguise to surprise that ass
What you thought you caught me short
I might ride to blast
With the canna
We let the shit all up in your nuts
When niggas droppin`, they stop with the plan they plots
Got to stop for my gate
With (?) of break
Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed
Rip the gates
Go flip the page to chapter three
First groove, they fools can`t come after me
I mash to free,
styles of catastrophe
Ask for G
A nigga best to answer me
My rip long as the beach that I represent
