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Daz Dillinger - It's Going Down lyrics
Featuring Kurupt The Kingpin Prince Ital] Ahh shit! [Prince Ital] Yeh Everywhere I go Nuff gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen? I haffa watch my back Too much crack seen? Watch yourself cuz nuff home icide a gwan in de area [Daz Dillinger] I hear some niggaz clockin major on the other side of town Strictly slidin for a proper come up to come around Called up the homies from way back, who dream of gettin paid Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 G's 6:30 layin in cut, prepare to get ready Me and Ty grew up, mashin to get our feddi Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor Make sure my homies get away smooth with the dough A hardcore motherfucker raised up not knowin Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin dope and hoein Moms can't tell me shit, I make the rules that I live by In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's Perfectedly innovated to all my homies Pull out the Riviera, plus I kick up dust Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, cock back and bust It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine Pull on the 7 Carter with the homey Flossy Floss He's the homey from the Beach who's known for takin off Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder I mean, takin life for life, cause it's right Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin Chorus: repeat 2X It's some gangsta shit, that's going down Homicide, straight murder/homicide It's some gangsta shit, here in this town Straight murder/[blank] [Daz Dillinger] Word on the street is that them DPG niggaz shot they homeboy Now the only sound in the town is gunfire Going down I sport the crown I give it up on motherfuckers when I roll through I thought you knew about them Doggs in blue Now forty-five, niggaz bought em by the spot I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that I shot Niggaz skied out quick, around the block who know we comin back Post up early on the attack Slowly but surely spot an enemy slippin out his domain Rode up on him and let him see the twelve gauge The homey Ty banged him on GP because we stuffed him then we bagged him cause he violated the rule of the streets Two redrums under my belt, it felt good bout to murder Haven't you ever heard of a murderer motherfucker? Cause I'm, a straight gangsta, doin what I feel Niggaz no need to tempt, for me to kill, straight blastin the enemy, can't see the hoes who try to get with me Understand where I'm comin from the D-P to the G-the-C The niggaz who trip, niggaz that dipped Niggaz that conversate with the Bloods or Crips It's just a West coast thang, gangsta thang Niggaz come around here but surely can't hang because-a we don't hang with no bustas and sho' nuff don't hang with no fags and niggaz down to blast, straight merkin Chorus Check it out [Kurupt the Kingpin] I heard niggaz kickin static makin noise Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys Automatic toys to tangle with niggaz for profit Got shit on lockdown cause I lets the Glock spit Soon as D-A-Z hits me on my hip, talk about chips The game run heatin them clips, the gaze kicks Automatic tech nine spits, I gotta roll with the Pound that's the neighborhood of murder Am I the only motherfucker ridin? Am I the only rider but I found a whole pound of niggaz violent I got the big homey Ty money worldwide from Portland, Oregon L.A. to the N.Y. I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw The fo'-fo', the fo' double sparkin the gang walkin up your hood like nuttin but trouble We straight gangsta shit [Prince Ital] That's right We dat live by de knife will die by de knife You betta try save your life On your life dere might be a oversight Take my ad-vice and jump inna your ride Don't ar-gue with de Death Row pride DPG gangstaz they nah make you try We got keep every stone you keep in your life, you betta don't feel strife We dat live by de knife will die by de knife You betta try save your life Oh lawd, oh lawd Homicide it's a homicide Oh lawd, oh lawd Murderah it's a murderah Oh lawd [Daz Dillinger] We're in this motherfucker Yo Daz! OHHH SHIT! *car crashes* Y'all niggaz alright? Man nigga let's get out this motherfucker Nigga the cops comin nigga |
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