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(feat. Tray Deee) [Daz] Ready? Yeah... we back Daz Dillinger in the game Death Row, in the house Lettin y'all know, we ain't went nowhere, we right here In effect, c'mon Ahh yeah, watch out, get ready for war We the Gang and we bang knockin down your door What's the secrets of war I can't take no more Within minutes we get in it comin for you and yours With these automatic toys throughout the world make noise Dippin in low-lows, and jumpin out of fo'-do's Catchin, many and any with the fo'-fo' Blastin and mashin I cash in many for Death Row Rest in peace to my homeboys who ain't alive Now the mission is for us to conquer and ride The worst California we droppin somethin on ya Ain't no one to sound, like ta-pow, you a goner For the simple fact we get Gang Related We have the papers and you suckers hate it What you gon do when we get loose and act a fool Break the rules on you and dust you off with the tools Letras de canciones [Chorus: Tray Deee] Yeah, you know I ain't nuttin but a gangsta Only with the swoll rolls and the paper Once I get the big bank, gotta shake her Cause I'm tryin to get way too major [x2] [singing] And you know we really like to get down with the Gangsta Boogie [x2] [Dat Nigga Daz] I penetrate, send it straight to your middle brain Three times dope similar to my nickname A big Caine, ain't nuttin changed now I'm solo My gangsta ass track with the Gang is my logo Ridin with the top down, off lockdown Time for me to knock down fool's whole compound Like the World Trade Center The world made thinner when I'm pullin on my girl gray trigger Figure when I enter I intend to rule this This industry fin to see I'm nuttin to fool wit Like Jack Nicholson, I smack fickle men And pack somethin in my penalty Will well then they see the toppest servin a putdown And I'm on this notice my opponents get took down A crook down from my ground of clout Representin Death Row when I was down and out It don't stop [Chorus] [Daz Dillinger] I came in the game with the aim to maim The gangbang murder main slang is strange My first idea when I stare up in the mirror Is how Daz Dillinger gon creep up on the scrilla And if I don't plot then I'll probably not get my issue, so I gotta figure how to twist you Hit you hard like a gauge shot Watchin fools laid out when the bloodshot sprayed out I shoot my way out these punks for rent So duck when the slugs hit your trunks, you're finished I'm comin out runnin that's to shake the scene Break the green I'll scream out the gangsta theme Do or die! Ain't no lie, that's the way I eat Watch me scope out and choke out the prayout beat GIve me six in the chamber fuck twelve in the box Let the gravedigger be the one shovelin rocks, it don't stop [Chorus] [Daz] This how we live, ballin on y'all Fancy cars and houes [singing x1 again] Yeah, and you know we got this, so don't trip, ha ha Yeah, and you know that Yeah, real smoove Straight up, we got get down Gangsta, and we major And we doin, watch out [singing x2 again] Death Row, Daz Dillinger From Letras Mania