[Daz intro]
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Throughout the city the gunfire lit up the street
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We ride for revenge honor and respect
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Death to all y'all homeboys,
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Catching niggas slipping, peeling there motherfucking caps back
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Yeah, the game, that's how we do it
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Everyday all day, straight riding
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Fuck all y'all homeboys
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(yo yo yo what's up)
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[Daz Verse 1]
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I'm back, banging on niggas after trying to murder me
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Caught in the middle of greed, witness to trickery
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Now I'm here, ready to die, remember me
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On a hunt for you bastards to put you out your misery
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Made a more ? they die with bullet holes
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44 explode that's when the story was told
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My heart is as cold as the tundra
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Automatic weapons warring like thunder
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My final destiny is to put ya under
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Come on warring whenever, me die, nigga never
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Through the storm and the weather my dogs a go-getter
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Polish da chrome barretta catching you punk niggas
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That's the element of surprise you niggas won't regret us
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Like shooting birds with pellets, let the streets reveal it
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Do or die motherfuckers trying to kill it
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Yes you can, and ever since we won't have no peace
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Till one of us rest in peace, alive or deceased
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It's your choice, your move, show and prove yo hand
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Get it off yo chest let me know that you's a man
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Get your pistols and niggas cuz it's about to get shitty
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No remorse, no pity, you hear it all through the city
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[Chorus]
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Trickery and scandalous bitches
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Niggas, that I fucked with
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Wasn't no good from the jump
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So now what we gone do
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We gone ride,
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We gone destroy, build, come anew
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You know how we do
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It's not over, till we say so
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Nigga!
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[Daz Verse 2]
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Word on the street is that you better have some heat
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By your side
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Caught your homie slippin', did he survive?
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One to the head left him dead off the words that he said
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Could have been avoided if he would have drove off instead
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Nigga shot at my crib where my momma and kids live
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No doubt, now it's time to take some more of you out
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Scan the block with an inferred dot, just for a victim
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There he go, there he was, there he go let's get him
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My motto is no remorse and that you'll never surrender none
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Only rely on your self and your gun
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Biage, as I get high and look at the stars
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Wish and wish and pray to God for our downfall
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'Cause then it's back to the same thang, of this life I lead
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Bitches, money, and niggas, and weed
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Bust a left on one O feral with a double pump barrel
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Be careful, cause these streets could sometimes leave ya narrow
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With the faith of Moses, and the power of Pharoe
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With the bullets hotter than fire and as swift as an arrow
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Death becomes your every wish you try to blast me and miss
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Now me and my dogs commence to get in your shit
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You say the lord is your shepherd and you shall not walk
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It's time to gaffle up these niggas stick 'em dead in the trunk
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Behold the last words spoken by a dead man
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It seems to realize niggas 'll never understand
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, it's not over
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When I die my children will grow, and smoke your ass
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Starting our history book, Gangstaology
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Throughout the streets we shall survive and live
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This Iz Not Over "Till We Say So"
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Daz Dillinger |