Daz:
Oh no! murder, murder, murder...
Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder...
Come and blast dat nigga daz and act rude
Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your motherfuckers cords
Me, were going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at
Im in long beach, where the gangbangers hang at
Dont want more static, or panic, were packing gats
And asking for shit, nigga, cause were blasting
See, were the gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer
Chorus (2x):
Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
Niggaz better pack you guns
J-money:
Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a (? ? ? ), the east side coast and
Im the one they love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
Mcs get dealt with, my microphones my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
Im packing a rap while you say why, whats happening?
My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all
You couldnt see me with a crystal ball, yall
Its critical, Im thinking of a masterplan
Come out with your shit man, Im broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, money on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight, armageddon
Chorus (2x)
Daz:
Watch out, here I come
Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm
Its d-a to the z, dropping the formula
And every nigga that I know in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz will come out and play
Busting on niggaz with an ak
So any given day you want some
Come and get some, you dont want none
Why do we bang?
Why do we bang for a living? we just dont know
Now its time to serve yall bitches ass niggaz on an open platter
Yeah, haha
Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?
Tray deee:
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
Im hard to outrun, and wont be outdone
I hate fake take away motherfuckers
I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers
No other than the gang, its the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claming oscars
While most niggaz froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, cause theyve been known to choke
Like malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But ima stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, come and get their (? ? ? ) done
Im the cannibal, the hannibal lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
Were the gang, and were mashing, blast to maintain
Were the kings in the game, and things aint to change