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Oh No (feat. Tray Dee & J-Money)

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Live in this Thug Pound Biotch

Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein

You knowthe whole m**n' clique

We gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from

Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt

You first to blastand you know how we do it on

The Westside

We ballers for real

For real I got it bought you the blue steel

Cowards hit the panic button

Thinkin' that it was what it wadn't

S**t's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don

With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine

The back cracker smack you with

My verbals & graphic grammar

My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama

Get touched by my Arm & Hammer

All across the planetcrumble like granite

From Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic

Probable cause to get hit

Best get physically & mentally fit

Show ya hoe I ignore for real & I can tell

On the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (biotch)

Mashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror

Escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya

Get rocked by my midnight Glock

Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block

F**n'paid the price of a snitch the? Nicki Scarful? comin' through the bus death

Spreads through camps like? Parvul?

Young Gotti Kurupt & C with the dope & the green

Indeed I'm out to get high & supply

What you need Mr. Postman

Comin' through with all the mail What you need?

I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell

I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets

Barkin' & playas drinkin' kegs til y'allbeg Martin

You labelled Paw nervous no I do this job dirty

Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey

Ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime

My room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds

Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies

Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties

Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless

I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office

You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they Telly pieces

Wearin' mydick around they neck like Kelly leashes

My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal

Fight each other like brothers it's all good we strong people

More strain on the brain & the pain I deal with

Ill with nastymy whole crew on some real

For realthe steel clique I bill with menaces

Ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis

Stupid muthaf**kas Outlaw Immortal

Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how wedo this shit!

You stupid muthaf**kas don't get me

Now take a look inside my mind

That Pen' time made me rise but still I rise

Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines

Lyrics turninto smithereens

Music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes

I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me

I'm armed I'm droppin'like bombs

Get in that ass like a thong

Picture a felon in ya presence

Takin' bustas back to the Essence

Tellin' my people peep my lethal message

Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode

Murderous motives forstoppin' my cash flow

You can't fight itlet go

Witness the sound made yaass

Bow down to Death Row

Mama thesegot me fightin' these 3 Strikes

Showin' up in courtwhat you thought it's three nights

I put the game down first put myup on it

Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted feel that

Since my Only Fear of Death is Mama cryin' for help

OG Daddy wanna ride when I know

He ain't gotelse since I'm his only soldier

Nobody else gonna roll for me & I know

Without the Row & Immortal Outlaw (Ay K)

I'll be forgotten for sho

Plus this Thug Life it got me livin'

Initiated playa hated without givin' a single

Why they dangling baby all on my nuts

I be singling fingeringto

Is wildis lame

I hung around with realgot exposed to the game

Muthaf**kas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw

Initiated as an Outlaw hahahaha (yeah muthaf**ka)

Now a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides

And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies

And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep

Enemies rest in peace deceasedwith me

I got to 'complish a goal I'm out seekin' gold

Expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough & raw

Never fell to my knees forcause I demand

With this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya

On the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime

I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes

I'm slippin' slidin'upwhuttup

In the cut flossin' like a muthaf**ka whuttup

Beside all being now tell me where ya comin' from

That ain't where I see thangs &what's the outcome

For so many days & so many ways we been duckin' strays

They delivers but still we some Bad Boy killers

Hold the scrillas I dump in you n**s' livers

Then watch ya body shiver & ya mama quiver

From the way you just got lit up

Hit up the Westside on my way out

Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on

From Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out

Laid out for public display on this day

Y'allis historay cause the whole crew isto me

Listen to me Idi How many of y'all can see me?

Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC

Believe me 'cause although now I'm just a young stolder

I'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique

With a left to my lip now the fight's over

Oh No (feat. Tray Dee & J-Money) от Daz Dillinger - Тексты & Каверы