The Dayton Family

The Dayton Family - Killer G's lyrics

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Know what I'm sayin DTS
 and I ain't talkin about downtown security bitch
 Dayton Avenue be true nigga
 I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go
 And when I toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
 My whole objective in this game is kill and show no pain
 Get a fool for his chains
 and raise more throws and blows than Dana Dane
 I'm always strappin on the jackin for your chains I'm droolin
 And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin
 Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit
 Come in the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks
 Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ??? so motherfuck your crew
 Bring weed I smoke and sell more coke than Coca-Cola do
 I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
 How you lookin like Emmitt Smith, runnin back to get your boys
 Its do or die and bitch believe me I'm not tryin to go
 Many men have tried and failed, but those that failed can come no more
 I pledge allegiance to the flag, but there ain't no stars or stripes
 Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack
 pipes
 A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake
 To much to count, I stack amount ain't nothin about me fake
 Nobody move nobody die so bitch don't move in inch
 And I'm puttin slugs in any bitch that I even think might of flinched
 Its time to bail, my since of smell is what cocaine intices
 Bail with Joe ?Staley? tried to ban me cause of high yea yo prices
 And on that note, I quote I'm deep and I'll stick yo mama up
 He got ten G's and an eigth in the safe, niggas you know what's up
 ?? fools arousin for them thousands and that yea yo stash
 Drunk off that whiskey fuck John ?Cisk?, I'm fittin to rob his ass
 When shit gets tight, like Barry White I practice what I preach
 Little shorties wanna be down like Brandy when they hear me speak
 The B double O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-R-A-P
 C-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E
 Chorus: repeat 4X
 D-O-to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E a killa
 (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killa)
 F-L-I-N-T don't wanna see another killer G
 (G's, these are motherfuckin killas)
 He's a killa off Dayton Avenue, he's quick to point that glock at you
 I catch you and I dead you, I got you if I shot at you
 Runnin for your life again, a victim of a homicide
 I'm down for pumpin your chest, open your chest real fuckin wide
 You fuckin with a murderer, Caddie Coup burglar
 sweep you off your Dana's, when you see me I'l be serving a
 Ziggy zag, 44 mag fuckin public enemy
 Shakin and bakin and takin yo shit
 Beatin your pussy and wreckin yo shit
 Sendin you bitches up on yo way, that's the way face the ray
 Diggen them as they body lay, pickin them with this oozie spray
 Gats and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to believe I gets the loot
 Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo
 I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck around and trip
 Three killas in the hood, got yo goods, pilled yo cap and dip
 Gotta ?? on my way on this set is like initiation
 My posse pack more pumps than a motherfuckin gas station
 Better watch that yea that you've been boomon in this dry town
 Kickin down yo door bitch and you bitches best to lie down
 a skitzofranic that's makin you panic when I pull this gage
 I do more licks and throw more kicks, than Johnny Cage
 I'm fuckin what you been talkin, you've been walkin
 stalkin like a hawk and
 trigger be triggin when I click it cause my pain ain't stickin
 Its do or die we multiply on the for reala
 But ask yo motherfuckin mother he's a motherfuckin killa
 Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Relativity Recordings, Inc.

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: F.B.I. (1996)

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