(feat. Daz Dillinger Solo)



[Intro: Daz (Kurupt)]

Psss... yeah...

It's about time served y'all bitch ass niggaz

Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya'll bitch ass niggaz everywhere

(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt)

187 killin', everyday all day

I'm comin out!



[Daz Dillinger]

Niggaz you better come strapped with some tactics to get back

Or get capped, the back slap, or laid flat

Swift as a cheetah when them thangs comin' to greet you in the dark

I won't mislead you when you seein' the sparks

Dustin' off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus 

Can't touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckers

Me and my dogg's blast with intentions, leavin' y'all missing in action

Bitch ass, sorry ass bastards

Heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer

Cuts is ours, for all my real niggaz behind bars

Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife

To get strikes at thirteen for takin' your life

Seven tec's, I earn repect, you chin check the rep - 

Or die when your bitch ass step

I take precaution, stalkin' these streets, flossin' and ballin'

Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin' for keeps

Real niggaz do real thangs in this gangbang life we lead

You can't hang, nigga die and bleed

Murder won't stop 'til every busta and sucka drop

Fuck the cops, they stop me from corruptin' the block

Rocks blast the glocks in the weed spot

Stop playa hatin' what we got and clock your own knock

Grindin', perfectin', and shinin' the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds

Blind ya when we come up behind ya



[Chorus: Daz Dillinger (female singer)]

Here we are... (here we are)

And there they are... (there they are)

Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya [gun shot]

Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya [gun shot]



[Daz Dillinger]

My philosophy's unheard of, I choreographered the murderer

My morals are show no mercy and no sorrow

Fuedin' and layin' 'em down, forever ready it's hereditary

Layin' 'em down dead up in the mortuary

Families mourn, another life is gone

Brandish your torn , forty weeks later a soldier is born

Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could

Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could

We back shootin' up homes and Cadillac's {*gun shot*}

Don't ever ever come back, just to show me where it's at

Off the rack comes the gauge - 

Buck sprays and AK's retaliate in a major way

We in the land where it's man for man, clan for clan

Simple mistakes - you'll end up dead (say what?)

I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips

Grip the pistol to your brain, never takin' no shit

Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail

Rather die makin' it happen than to die in a cell

Rather load up my hollow-point shells for niggaz who snitch and tell

Leave they bodies with the maggots and snails

C'd up, fatigued up... (Criiip!), always G'd up

On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks

Big dollars... (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta

My kids got enemies now because of they father



[Chorus x2]



[Daz Dillinger]

Smokin', loaded, and fucked up, I ain't lucked up

On some niggaz who try to get bucked

In the fashion, the blastin', it's hard to imagine the cash

And known niggaz who be actin' like bastards

What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew

To come do what they do, and put in work on you

Semi-automatic cause static

Static's inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day

You want trouble? HA HA, let's bring it quick, fast

And dash and blast up on they bitch ass

Adios as his ass got smoked - 

He provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost...

I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (uhh!)

Cause to me and my homeboy's ya'll just some punks, haha

Who really want it? Nigga, come get it

Slowly but surely, homie you ain't never forget it

How many times I gotta say stop fuckin' with mine

Livin' the life of crime where it's do or die

Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this

We the shit... blow your fuckin' crew to bits



[Chorus x3: w/ variations]



[Outro: Daz]

Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here

Jump out, serve his ass  [gun shot]

Boom, give it, get on the ground