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    Daz Dillinger »

    Daz Dillinger It’s Going Down текст песни

    It’s Going Down

    [Featuring Kurupt The Kingpin Prince Ital]
    Ahh shit!
    [Prince Ital]
    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
    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
    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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