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... |