f/ Daz Dillinger



(Police officer talking)



(Bad Azz talking)

I guess they think since Pac died, we gon' let up or somethin

Rest In Peace Mr. Shakur, whyn't we let these niggas have it



(Daz)

?? back home, ??? for shit, c'mon

Pick a couple of these niggas off, choke and it's on

Nine millimeter tec's and big heaters

We greet 'em with death and show 'em that they can't defeat us

By any means, a call from here to get rid of y'all

It don't stop, until my casket drop

Get my palms red

And it read one of us'll be dead a week later, L-Dog'll get it

The beef, to make sure none of y'all get is

Shoot up his crib and came back to show him what he did

See there won't be no tomorrow

Somebody got's to die, not tonight or tomorrow

I blaze a blunt, and bring the funk

Pop the trunk, get the gauge with the sawed-off pump

Get Mr. Bad, hop in the back

And skate out to show these suckas what we talkin about



(Chorus)

Don't wanna die

And don't be ready, gon' ride

Look into my eyes realize

That a nigga's gonna ride

Don't wanna die

And don't be ready, gon' ride

Look into my eyes realize

That a nigga's gonna ride

Don't wanna die



(Bad Azz)

Who me? I mean death before dishoner

Find what corner they hang on so we can roll up on 'em

Jump out on 'em, click, pull the pump out on 'em

Whose the punk out of 'em, blast and dazzle, Bad mash 'em

Thrashin, heat on these decilous streets

Sayin shoot until I ruined all my enemies feats

Nigga fuck rappin, we into killin and scrappin

Over bullshit that happened, nigga duckin while we cappin

And FUCK you niggas, hatin little Pac imitators

Wanna be Outlawz, nigga Snoop the Top Dogg

Turn rappers into ???, tell 'em who's the ?? Chronic

These slugs, for you wanna be thugs, we stay up on it

Nigga don't it feel good to be a D.P.G.

We escaped from Death Row, you're still locked in the click

I'm in Detroit with five niggas, two glocks in my mit

When you see us better pop 'fore you shot, what you thinkin



(Chorus)



(Daz)

I'm out for the niggas who die, my instinct is prime

Time to time ask why do guys shout "die"

In a quick fast, I mash, that nigga Daz and Bad smash

That's how your homie got satched

We don't take shit, whether Blood or Crip

You'll get your ass kicked nigga come talkin that shit

I'm ??? ??? murder in ???

And yet, and still I ain't ??? 'em out



(Bad Azz)

And don't forget you're in L.A., fool stompin you out

Anywhere out of town it's a gun in your mouth

Me, I hate to have to turn and pullin burners

We ain't learnin, it ain't healthy

You'll turn up dead before you wind up wealthy

So much jealousy and hate in every city, every state

Since it ain't no love, say goodnight after I hate you

Any playa that's in love with life, I can't relate to

Just say God, please bless your soul, before they take you



(Chorus)