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[feat. Snoop Dogg & Tha Dogg Pound] [Intro:] It's me and Snoop Dogg, Kurupt and Daz, nigga (Another killing) It's another motherfucking killing, nigga It's another killing We had to put this together, (another killing) Just had to be [Snoop Dogg:] They layed one of my homies down; two of my enemies I grab the heat and creep up the street and squeeze I'm in your neighborhood, so what the fuck is up? And if I catch you I'm a pop you, nigga that's what's up! We can talk about it, no, I don't think so And I'm a catch you when your creeping with that pink toe You trying to creep up out that mink store, get you a drink So when I hit you, you won't even trip to think so Cross your heart, double dot your eyes Yellow tape you, make you a homicide Stretch you out like a red bind Halloween, is your dead line, beddy bed time I zag your zig, I put a fork in the pig I cock the glock and pop you my nigga, you dig? I open you up and leave you leaking by the face Letras de cancionesAnd get away ain't got no time to be catching no case Too slick to sly plus I'm too high I'm too fly and I do die, I do die I love to shoot an intruder, I mix the purp with the budda Love tricking a beotch like the homeboy Luda' Big Snoopy D-O-Dub, I'm a killa cause I'm draped up like a steela of gorilla (dub) Sacramento knows, pedal to the floo' Anotha killing for realer, nigga let it go [Daz:] We on the corner a hundred (deep), blue rag the fuck up And word on the street they got blast the fuck up Now it's feuding and shooting and I'm running your life I'm in it for the stripes, nigga don't fuck up tonight Bandana, banana-clips, ready to trip You niggas is assed out, see you better not trip I see some buster ass niggas at the bus stop out of bound We bang the gang bang them niggas from The Dogg Pound Trap 'em rock 'em and stop 'em we mashing Everytime we see you niggas we clashing D.P.G down with 24th Street Sickmade nigga down with them 21st g's (Motherfucker) Brotha Lynch Hung my motherfucking nigga [Kurupt:] Listen to me One for the flame, and two for the trigga And three of these hollow point teflons nigga When I came in this motherfucker I had a plan I'll sock all you motherfuckers where you stand I'm gang banged out, riders on a mission You can catch fades, nigga fuck the pistols Piranhas is loose in the septic tank We do what you can't, I am what you ain't Don't even try to provoke me cause Looking, smoking, slipping, smoke me cause I'll beat your ass on the low so fast Bang on your homies, spread through your hood Release these toxins like mustard gas Scrape the chevrolet, it's all to the good My nigga Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz [Brotha Lynch Hung:] Nigga this is G block, trust me Dump on any nigga with the rusty old trusty Sacramento yes, catch him in the chest Right by his tour bus left a bloody mess, yes Pupils none a cuddy left Coathanga strangled him, aimed at him He don't know what angle I'm coming from Tangled him, spiderwebs all over his cranium (That nigga has spiderwebs all over his cranium, nigga) Me and Crooked I know, niggas be talking too much Nigga shut your pie hole, everybody know you do suck This ain't a reality show, hungry niggas do touch Mothafuckas two clutch, giving niggas who cuss I got an army of niggas I'm "Strange" it ain't a rumor We giving niggas brain tumors, hit 'em with the Luger I'm doing the rapping and this nigga is the shooter 'Yay got a mask on but nigga he's a shooter You'll never see his face on a computer Spiderman Jr. Oklahoma chewmer Poke a hoe with two cuts This motherfucker said he about to do what? Get chewed up, it's Dinner And A Mova' (Movie) Deuce-Four, nigga From Letras Mania