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Daz:
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Oh no! Murder, murder, murder...
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Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard
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Murder, murder, murder...
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Come and blast Dat Nigga Daz and act rude
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Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
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Pulling your motherfucker's cords
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Me, we're going back for you to say that
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Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back
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Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at
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I'm in Long Beach, where the gangbangers hang at
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Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
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And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting
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See, we're The Gang, kicking just to maintain
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Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners
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We on 'em just for twelve figures
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Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer
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Chorus (2x):
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Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight
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Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
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Niggaz better pack you guns
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J-Money:
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Glocks are popping off like turbo
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Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
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Money busters lyrically in motion
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About to whip a (???), the East Side coast and
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I'm the one they love to hate with a passion
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I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
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MC's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
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Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya
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Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
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I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's happening?"
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My mind is going deep, like Money mister, doing all
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You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all
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It's critical, I'm thinking of a masterplan
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Come out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
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Listen, Money on a dirt mission
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Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon
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Chorus (2x)
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Daz:
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Watch out, here I come
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Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn
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Homeboy, ring the alarm
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It's D-A to the Z, dropping the formula
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And every nigga that I know in Californ-i-a
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Dat Nigga Daz will come out and play
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Busting on niggaz with an AK
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So any given day you want some
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Come and get some, you don't want none
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Why do we bang?
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Why do we bang for a living? We just don't know
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Now it's time to serve y'all bitches ass niggaz on an open platter
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Yeah, haha
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Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?
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Tray Deee:
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You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
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I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone
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I hate fake take away motherfuckers
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I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers
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No other than The Gang, it's the slang and prosper
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And bang us mobsters, while claming Oscars
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While most niggaz froze, they control their coast
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They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke
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Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come
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But I'ma stay off one, liable to spray off some
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Ammunition, I handle missions one on one
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Niggaz, come on, come and get their (???) done
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I'm the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap
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A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
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We're The Gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
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We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change
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Chorus (2x)
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Oh no...
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Oh No
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Daz Dillinger |