Daz Dillinger - When Ya Lease Expected Lyrics
[Verse 1]Mother*****er, cha-pow here I am let's get started off rightWith a gun or a fight, think you hardYou a dog that don't bite, see I'm trained to killGive a ***** about you hoes, spill ya blood for thrillsGrip ya body, ***** shakin' we neck breakin'Niggas in my hood be runnin' while them niggas salt shakin'Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my boxWatch out, surrounded by niggas that's plottin' and creepin'Lot of caps slippin' and jack me for my chipsNah, get the twelve gauge and load a gobBlowin' something in these niggas if they actin' calmNiggas'll blast, yellin' out "***** y'all"While they mashin' steady blastin'Ain't just here for nothin' doin' right for rightCause it's right, shit niggas gotta do to earn they stripes[Hook]Can't run, ya can't hideGon' get cha' when ya least expect itYa gon' diiiiiie, yeah, yeahCan't run, ya can't hideGon' get cha' when ya least expect itYa gon' diiiiiie[Verse 2]Took about the same looty to perform my dutySurvey this thing to a nigga that knew meLittle did I know he was settin' me upWettin' me up and catch me upBarely escapin' heart beatin' fast mile racin'A shotty in hell, I thought I was deadBut I'm alive and payback is a mother you *****erI'll be back carvin' Ruckers when the gauge start bustin'Penitentiary rap but we here and ain't shitNigga dyin' quick and get ya throat splitComin' out do worse, I love to do workRetaliation, revenge make it hard to liveShoot-outs cop, when ya jackin' and robbin' and mobbin'Stabbin' on through the town, layin' em' downI'm a war street veteran, never say I better than anybodyThat nigga Daz and Young GottiBlast em' with the shot after fleein' the sceneCause money, power, and dreams make a hell of a schemeGrippin' nine to ya brain, put the set on shadeWritin' big, bold letter that'll weigh ya sign[Hook][Verse 3]My dreams and nightmares hard before I went to sleepSo I stay awoke and *****ed with four five loadedCautious on my toes at all times, on the grindMindin' my own, dropped and smoke in the zoneIt's a shame how we do it, how we represent the gameBlast and maintain for the money and the fameYou know the steelo, nigga we knowWe get down and dirty because we do lowKeep it strong for so long, I couldn't go wrongBut *****in' with some niggas knew some shit would go wrongNiggas comin' up short chop em' down with the chopperGivin' em' all tones and one hand soleNigga stop it, show me how you do it, how ya drop itGive my dogs a fat just to get it poppin'Got the dope and the scale and it ain't hard to tellHard bound but come around where the dogs dwellWhen ya least expect it, you can die any secondNigga stop check it and dwell on it and respect it[Hook][Daz talkin]Yeah ain't no where to run and ain't no where to hideHa ha (Don't die) so you might as well just go on and kill yourself(When ya least expect it, ya gon' die) ha ha ya know why (Die, die)Nigga ha, ha (Ya can't run) yeah
