Gang Bangin Ass Criminal Lyrics - Singles - Daz Dillinger

[daz dillinger] 

Yeah, daz dillinger 

I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit 

What y'all niggas don't even know about 

And now you ? feels? to know about, 

What we call gangsta rap 

But this is for the niggas who was down from day one 

Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers 

I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day, 

Tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed, 

A fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas 

To get your money man, get paid 

These motherfuckers are cut off welfare 

How are we go eat if we don't cheat 

These (? ) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives 

Striking us out from left to right 

With no motherfucking one in sight 

Fuck that!! 

Sell your dope 

Get your jack on, get your sack on, 

Put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas 

Cause it's on 

God dammit it's on 

Now what the hell you bout to go youngster 

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[the gang (tray deee, ty 'causez, bad a$$, technique)] 

Go ride nigga 

Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now 

[daz] oh yeah motherfucker it's on 

[the gang] 

Ay come on bad a$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga 

Ay ay nigga 

What's up nigga (what's up) 

Ay nigga 

Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (word) 

Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga 

(man I take my baby inside today man) 

What's up 

Nigga 

Nigga, ay, we can't realy talk right now tough nigga (alright) 

But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga 

The big man hoe nigga 

Be there nigga 

Yeah 

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[bad a$$ ]what's up daz dillinger 

[daz] shit, bad a$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man 

Least half these punk ass.... 

Motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin' 

The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar. 

[ba] man I'm trying to have 

Man I ain't trying to go for shit 

[dd] man you know my glock is hot 

(eastside) 

Verse one: [kurupt tha kingpin] 

I'm coming through your zone late night, shit 

Dogg pound gangsta to flame the light shit 

Cause I hold on, 

I'm 20 feet tall 

The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed 

Get shoot 

Don't try to sneak a peak in my book 

(? home at hose? ) , overdose the thoughts when he look 

The forbidden 

The hittin' zone that I'm hitting 

Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (? slittin'? ) 

(? ) 

So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb 

Vietnam 

I bring the pain rains no (? ) 

Execution style is the shells from the heat veal 

Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies 

Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money 

It's nothing but the dogg pound gangstas 

Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes 

Verse two: [tray deee] 

I arise in disguise to surprise that ass 

What you thought you caught me short 

I might ride to blast 

With the canna 

We let the shit all up in your nuts 

When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots 

Got to stop for my gate 

With (? ) of break 

Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed 

Rip the gates 

Go flip the page to chapter three 

First groove, they fools can't come after me 

I mash to free, 

Styles of catastrophe 

Ask for g 

A nigga best to answer me 

My rip long as the beach that I represent 

Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this 

Verse three: [daz dillinger] 

Now o yeah tray deee 

I mean I see the whole plot 

Be on alert, niggas shot 

Anywhere under that nigga caught 

So drop the microphone on my own 

I shown to blown 

Away for these mc's with the sludge of a chrome 

I take the fang 

Down on my own lyrical name 

When the sees are changed , 

When the storms and hurricanes 

Wide strand 

Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise 

(? ) 

Skatin' on mics like ice 

Twice in the day 

I get drunk, 

(? ) of plastic bags 

Sack in the truck 

Because the rhyme as claim 

I shit buck like the doctor 

Coming through 

Bouncin' with the droptop 

Like gangstas chillin on the block 

Nah, we ain't worry for shit 

Got escape doors like capone 

Whit chick your dick on my clip 

Forty-fives and nives 

Three-eighties and automatics 

Sniveling, coming through for you 

When your boys with some stats 

I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama 

Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter 

Ought to be known as daz dillinger 

For the shit that I known for 

A dogg pound criminal 

Verse four: [soopafly] 

Now if the spot's hot 

I hit the switch make the topdrop 

Don't stop 

It's soopafly with the sho shot 

Won't stop 

I got ya whole shit to 

Look and listen 

I rendition the rhymes with precision 

You can't face 

Amaze me a place like a saddle 

It's dogg pound ganstas (? ) like a shadow 

I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick 

I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique 

You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve 

You'll try to step to my wild style seperve 

Adjective the verve 

Action pack with the words 

I'll make it stop 

The jaws drop and observe 

I sold the block for crook, daz, style and tray deee 

We be coming with the shit 

That be the bomb baby 

And ain't a dogg pound gangsta will knock you to the flow 

Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know 

Verse five: [bad a$$] 

Now I know you, know you, 

Stupid as fuck 

Cock, bust like a sawed off punk, 

Double barrel on 'em 

Black gambinos at casinos 

Get de niro on 'em 

If I want 'em 

I go get 'em 

If I gotta shot a nine 

Twice, that's what I rhyme like 

My clip ain't empty 

Do try to test the ridah 

Nativity simply 

Bust, I lead inside ya 

Find ya 

Fear them, frightened for your life 

With your last few 

Live with hot live from gunblast 

Outlaws, outcast 

Low life, south last 

Long beach niggas blast 

Yeah the b-side is right 

The most, the coast 

The west, the best 

We damn bitches 

Sippin', hittin' switches 

Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas 

Itchy fingers on triggers 

Itty, bitty niggas 

Ready for war 

We kick down your door 

Draw eatin' 

Lay everybody down on the floor 

Verse six: [technique] 

The same thing, different place 

With snakes, cowards and strong grown 

Robbery cases, niggas faces 

On paperchase 

It was seen, it was written 

It ain't forbidden 

For homies to be splittin' 

Disagree, no one was hitten 

Known with the curls 

The many obstacles 

Impressions to the feet from gettin' served 

Growing up is rough 

Your name 

Here's the streets it gets tough 

You can (? ) and (? ) 

Then I guess you had enough 

Over (? ) 

It ain't coincidental that I be distorted 

And my manual 

Minds 

Is for seein', so I watch 

Bodies and plots 

Win the plots 

Call the shots for your nuts 

Nigga grips 

That's why I (? ) my dippin' progress 

Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress 

I just ain't the one mystic to hit 

Young jonesy sees 

Who I got a mission to hit 

And constantly flips scripts 

Outta wall with balls fast talkin' 

And quick draws 

How the problem is solved 

I want it all (I want it all) 

But it's movin' to slow 

I'm out to blow 

I don't know which way to go, 

Was on the right path 

I thought 

Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught 

("getting caught" echoes)