Oh No Lyrics
| Song | Oh No |
| Artist | Daz Dillinger |
| Album | Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Daz： | |
| Oh no! murder, murder, murder... | |
| Busting at these *************z who claim to be hard | |
| Murder, murder, murder... | |
| Come and blast dat ************* daz and act rude | |
| Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard | |
| Pulling your mother********'s cords | |
| Me, we're going back for you to say that | |
| Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back | |
| Knowing where you mother********s rest and hang at | |
| I'm in long beach, where the ********ers hang at | |
| Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats | |
| And asking for *************t, *************, 'cause we're blasting | |
| See, we're the gang, kicking just to maintain | |
| Bang on *************z for a living, busting upon the selling corners | |
| We on 'em just for twelve figures | |
| Money, ****, cars and ********, to getting richer | |
| Chorus (2x): | |
| Oh no, *************z just wanna get killed tonight | |
| Tripping on you, the way i feel tonight | |
| *************z better pack you guns | |
| J-money: | |
| Glocks are popping off like turbo | |
| Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo *************t | |
| Money busters lyrically in motion | |
| About to whip a (???), the east side coast and | |
| I'm the one they love to hate with a passion | |
| I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it | |
| Mc's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner | |
| Heat seeking like a missile when i drop ya | |
| Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping | |
| I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's happening?" | |
| My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all | |
| You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all | |
| It's critical, i'm thinking of a masterplan | |
| Come out with your *************t man, i'm 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 mother********s till the break of dawn | |
| Homeboy, ring the alarm | |
| It's d-a to the z, dropping the formula | |
| And every ************* that i know in californ-i-a | |
| Dat ************* daz will come out and play | |
| Busting on *************z with an ak | |
| So any given day you want some | |
| Come and get some, you don't want none | |
| Why do we bang? | |
| Why do we bang for a living? we just don't know | |
| Now it's time to serve y'all ******** ass *************z on an open platter | |
| Yeah, haha | |
| Fool, what *************, you know that got your ass laying down? | |
| Tray deee: | |
| You see, i take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome | |
| I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone | |
| I hate fake take away mother********s | |
| I come up from the slums and i run, mother********s | |
| No other than the gang, it's the slang and prosper | |
| And bang us mobsters, while claming oscars | |
| While most *************z froze, they control their coast | |
| They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke | |
| Like malone, be gone when the playoffs come | |
| But i'ma stay off one, liable to spray off some | |
| Ammunition, i handle missions one on one | |
| *************z, come on, come and get their (???) done | |
| I'm the cannibal, the hannibal lector of rap | |
| A ************* steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax | |
| We're the gang, and we're ma*************ng, blast to maintain | |
| We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change | |
| Chorus (2x) | |
| Oh no... |
| Daz: | |
| Oh no! murder, murder, murder... | |
| Busting at these z who claim to be hard | |
| Murder, murder, murder... | |
| Come and blast dat daz and act rude | |
| Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard | |
| Pulling your mother' s cords | |
| Me, we' re going back for you to say that | |
| Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back | |
| Knowing where you mother s rest and hang at | |
| I' m in long beach, where the ers hang at | |
| Don' t want more static, or panic, we' re packing gats | |
| And asking for t, , ' cause we' re blasting | |
| See, we' re the gang, kicking just to maintain | |
| Bang on z for a living, busting upon the selling corners | |
| We on ' em just for twelve figures | |
| Money, , cars and , to getting richer | |
| Chorus 2x: | |
| Oh no, z just wanna get killed tonight | |
| Tripping on you, the way i feel tonight | |
| z better pack you guns | |
| Jmoney: | |
| Glocks are popping off like turbo | |
| Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo t | |
| Money busters lyrically in motion | |
| About to whip a ???, the east side coast and | |
| I' m the one they love to hate with a passion | |
| I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it | |
| Mc' s get dealt with, my microphone' s my third partner | |
| Heat seeking like a missile when i drop ya | |
| Style is proper, my executionstyle of rapping | |
| I' m packing a rap while you say " why, what' s happening?" | |
| My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all | |
| You couldn' t see me with a crystal ball, y' all | |
| It' s critical, i' m thinking of a masterplan | |
| Come out with your t man, i' m 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 mother s till the break of dawn | |
| Homeboy, ring the alarm | |
| It' s da to the z, dropping the formula | |
| And every that i know in california | |
| Dat daz will come out and play | |
| Busting on z with an ak | |
| So any given day you want some | |
| Come and get some, you don' t want none | |
| Why do we bang? | |
| Why do we bang for a living? we just don' t know | |
| Now it' s time to serve y' all ass z on an open platter | |
| Yeah, haha | |
| Fool, what , you know that got your ass laying down? | |
| Tray deee: | |
| You see, i take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome | |
| I' m hard to outrun, and won' t be outdone | |
| I hate fake take away mother s | |
| I come up from the slums and i run, mother s | |
| No other than the gang, it' s the slang and prosper | |
| And bang us mobsters, while claming oscars | |
| While most z froze, they control their coast | |
| They be home and broke, ' cause they' ve been known to choke | |
| Like malone, be gone when the playoffs come | |
| But i' ma stay off one, liable to spray off some | |
| Ammunition, i handle missions one on one | |
| z, come on, come and get their ??? done | |
| I' m the cannibal, the hannibal lector of rap | |
| A steps up wack, and gets a setuptax | |
| We' re the gang, and we' re ma ng, blast to maintain | |
| We' re the kings in the game, and things ain' t to change | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Oh no... |
| Daz: | |
| Oh no! murder, murder, murder... | |
| Busting at these z who claim to be hard | |
| Murder, murder, murder... | |
| Come and blast dat daz and act rude | |
| Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard | |
| Pulling your mother' s cords | |
| Me, we' re going back for you to say that | |
| Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back | |
| Knowing where you mother s rest and hang at | |
| I' m in long beach, where the ers hang at | |
| Don' t want more static, or panic, we' re packing gats | |
| And asking for t, , ' cause we' re blasting | |
| See, we' re the gang, kicking just to maintain | |
| Bang on z for a living, busting upon the selling corners | |
| We on ' em just for twelve figures | |
| Money, , cars and , to getting richer | |
| Chorus 2x: | |
| Oh no, z just wanna get killed tonight | |
| Tripping on you, the way i feel tonight | |
| z better pack you guns | |
| Jmoney: | |
| Glocks are popping off like turbo | |
| Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo t | |
| Money busters lyrically in motion | |
| About to whip a ???, the east side coast and | |
| I' m the one they love to hate with a passion | |
| I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it | |
| Mc' s get dealt with, my microphone' s my third partner | |
| Heat seeking like a missile when i drop ya | |
| Style is proper, my executionstyle of rapping | |
| I' m packing a rap while you say " why, what' s happening?" | |
| My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all | |
| You couldn' t see me with a crystal ball, y' all | |
| It' s critical, i' m thinking of a masterplan | |
| Come out with your t man, i' m 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 mother s till the break of dawn | |
| Homeboy, ring the alarm | |
| It' s da to the z, dropping the formula | |
| And every that i know in california | |
| Dat daz will come out and play | |
| Busting on z with an ak | |
| So any given day you want some | |
| Come and get some, you don' t want none | |
| Why do we bang? | |
| Why do we bang for a living? we just don' t know | |
| Now it' s time to serve y' all ass z on an open platter | |
| Yeah, haha | |
| Fool, what , you know that got your ass laying down? | |
| Tray deee: | |
| You see, i take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome | |
| I' m hard to outrun, and won' t be outdone | |
| I hate fake take away mother s | |
| I come up from the slums and i run, mother s | |
| No other than the gang, it' s the slang and prosper | |
| And bang us mobsters, while claming oscars | |
| While most z froze, they control their coast | |
| They be home and broke, ' cause they' ve been known to choke | |
| Like malone, be gone when the playoffs come | |
| But i' ma stay off one, liable to spray off some | |
| Ammunition, i handle missions one on one | |
| z, come on, come and get their ??? done | |
| I' m the cannibal, the hannibal lector of rap | |
| A steps up wack, and gets a setuptax | |
| We' re the gang, and we' re ma ng, blast to maintain | |
| We' re the kings in the game, and things ain' t to change | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Oh no... |
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