Daz Dillinger - Oh No Lyrics
Daz:Oh no! murder, murder, murder...Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hardMurder, murder, murder...Come and blast dat nigga daz and act rudeComing through, murdering fools who claim to be hardPulling your mother*****ers cordsMe, were going back for you to say thatPrepare for battle, load the narrator with pay backKnowing where you mother*****ers rest and hang atIm in long beach, where the gangbangers hang atDont want more static, or panic, were packing gatsAnd asking for shit, nigga, cause were blastingSee, were the gang, kicking just to maintainBang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling cornersWe on em just for twelve figuresMoney, dope, cars and *****es, to getting richerChorus (2x):Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonightTripping on you, the way I feel tonightNiggaz better pack you gunsJ-money:Glocks are popping off like turboStep into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shitMoney busters lyrically in motionAbout to whip a (? ? ? ), the east side coast andIm the one they love to hate with a passionI packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast itMcs get dealt with, my microphones my third partnerHeat seeking like a missile when I drop yaStyle is proper, my execution-style of rappingIm packing a rap while you say why, whats happening?My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing allYou couldnt see me with a crystal ball, yallIts critical, Im thinking of a masterplanCome out with your shit man, Im broke, feeling critical conditionsListen, money on a dirt missionCreeping to the night, beating tight, armageddonChorus (2x)Daz:Watch out, here I comeBattling mother*****ers till the break of dawnHomeboy, ring the alarmIts d-a to the z, dropping the formulaAnd every nigga that I know in californ-i-aDat nigga daz will come out and playBusting on niggaz with an akSo any given day you want someCome and get some, you dont want noneWhy do we bang?Why do we bang for a living? we just dont knowNow its time to serve yall *****es ass niggaz on an open platterYeah, hahaFool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?Tray deee:You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcomeIm hard to outrun, and wont be outdoneI hate fake take away mother*****ersI come up from the slums and I run, mother*****ersNo other than the gang, its the slang and prosperAnd bang us mobsters, while claming oscarsWhile most niggaz froze, they control their coastThey be home and broke, cause theyve been known to chokeLike malone, be gone when the playoffs comeBut ima stay off one, liable to spray off someAmmunition, I handle missions one on oneNiggaz, come on, come and get their (? ? ? ) doneIm the cannibal, the hannibal lector of rapA nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-taxWere the gang, and were mashing, blast to maintainWere the kings in the game, and things aint to changeChorus (2x)Oh no...
