Daz Dillinger
Talk to 'em
Kurupt young Gotti
Talk to 'em
Big Jigga n***a, what?
Come on
Psycho, like no, b**h a** n***a so
When you see the D O double G sneak creep low
In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., 2Pac Shakur
Psycho, like no, b**h a** n***a so
When you see the R O to the C sneak creep low
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R O C, D P G motherf**ers
Hold up love
You know Jigga man resume, blow up d**
Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves
Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel
Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew k**ed
Perro a** n***as can't touch I, muh'f**er what's my
Name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC
R o c
With the D P G n***a
Hold up wait a minute and
All my thugs get gangsta with it
Get what?
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, k**in' ya with the pound
With Roc La Familia
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2 way Motorolas
n***a the Dynasty and the Pentagon motherf**er
Hollow tip, stainless Teflon motherf**er
Jigga trigger, co*k-a-poppa, n***a chest rocka
With the chrome chopper, Glock'll pop a n***a so quick
Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
And about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you ever seen a
Four so clean like a brand new nina
My n***a Daz
Sigel Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad a** Impalas
bu*t naked b**hes and pop collars
The popular scholar, this is the beginnin'
With the hollow tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
Never have you ever seen a G like me
Rollin' with the Roc, straight D P G
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
That n***a Daz in the house
D P G C fo' L I F E, Roc D O double G
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Young Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, quick to catch a body
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya b**h
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R O C, D P G motherf**ers
B I G still talkin' through the voice of I
For 2Pac they yellin' ra da da da da da
Not a Blood or a Crip but I put d** on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got bigger guns
Than the fuzz on my hip, co*k back let it rip
Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's gone
Click, Click! Okay, let's not forget
'Cause you got a vest on all I'm aimin is Teflon
I'm psycho, like no, other motherf**er
And this rifle, right for your head motherf**er
Young Hova in da house
Everybody get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, n***a tell me how that sound
Cha-pow, layin' all you wack n***as down
Blowed out chromed out, swervin' through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my n***a Kurupt
Laid back actin' a nut, waitin' to 'rupt
No remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight f**in' it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
All alone, roam ya neighborhood high
High stylin', profilin', y'all comin' after me
In actuality they fake the technicality
Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site n***as died for they salary
We the gang and we walk like we talk
And we stalk and we do what we do after dark
Get one shot Dillinger Roc La Familia
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh huh, sick ba*tard
Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted
Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you n***as up quick
Got 'em diggin' ditches up quick
Got you n***as spittin' up 'cause I'm sick
Gettin' up slow from hits from the fifth
Let a row go quick from the clip
sh**, sit a n***a down quick when I'm pitchin' a b**h
You see light then you takin' a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance
I'll holla, while you holla in the ambulance
Stop, it's the Roc n***a R O C
With the D O G on ya block
f** the C O P's, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe
Relax b**h, don't act b**h, we don't stop
It's the R O C, geah who forgot
You never thought Bleek walk on a track before
Hit a switch in a black 6-4 before
Down on sunset I run sets, I does that
n***as look at me and be like damn I was that
I'm the Understanding with my peeps, f** foes
Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough
Get cha mind right n***a 'fore you mention me
Your click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, n***a it's a cla**ic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could 'cause traffic
Who want rump, get it crunk with me
I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump with me?
You catch Bleek in B.K. or down in L.A
With my W and E up n***a, who want play?
Psycho, like no, b**h a** n***a so
When you see the R O to the C sneak creep low
I will not, lose