Daz Dillinger - Here We Are/Go k**em lyrics

[Intro: Daz & (Kurupt)] Psss... yeah... It's about time served y'all b**h a** n***as Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya'll b**h a** n***as everywhere (Yeah n***a, Daz and Kurupt) 187 k**in', everyday all day I'm comin out! [Daz Dillinger] n***as you better come strapped with some tactics to get back Or get capped, the back slap, or laid flat Swift as a cheetah when them thangs comin' to greet you in the dark I won't mislead you when you seein' the sparks Dustin' off brand motherf**ers who start ruckus Can't touch us, me and my homies reply wit f**ers Me and my dogg's blast with intentions, leavin' y'all missing in action b**h a**, sorry a** ba*tards Heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer Cuts is ours, for all my real n***as behind bars Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife To get strikes at thirteen for takin' your life Seven tec's, I earn repect, you chin check the rep - Or die when your b**h a** step I take precaution, stalkin' these streets, flossin' and ballin' Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin' for keeps Real n***as do real thangs in this g**n life we lead You can't hang, n***a die and bleed Murder won't stop 'til every busta and s**a drop f** the cops, they stop me from corruptin' the block Rocks blast the Glocks in the weed spot Stop playa hatin' what we got and clock your own knock Grindin', perfectin', and shinin' the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds Blind ya when we come up behind ya [Chorus: Daz Dillinger + (female singer)] Here we are... (here we are) And there they are... (there they are) Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*} Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*} [Daz Dillinger] My philosophy's unheard of, I choreographered the murderer My morals are show no mercy and no sorrow Fuedin' and layin' 'em down, forever ready it's hereditary Layin' 'em down dead up in the mortuary Families mourn, another life is gone Brandish your torn , forty weeks later a soldier is born Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could We back shootin' up homes and Cadillac's {*gun shot*} Don't ever ever come back, just to show me where it's at Off the rack comes the gauge - Buck sprays and AK's retaliate in a major way We in the land where it's man for man, clan for clan Simple mistakes - you'll end up dead (say what?) I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips Grip the pistol to your brain, never takin' no sh** Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail Rather die makin' it happen than to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow-point shells for n***as who snitch and tell Leave they bodies with the maggots and snails C'd up, fatigued up... (Criiip!), always G'd up On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks Big dollars... (why?), I jack n***as cause I gotta My kids got enemies now because of they father [Chorus] - 2X [Daz Dillinger] Smokin', loaded, and f**ed up, I ain't lucked up On some n***as who try to get bucked In the fashion, the blastin', it's hard to imagine the cash And known n***as who be actin' like ba*tards What do I do, but call my n***as and my crew To come do what they do, and put in work on you Semi-automatic cause static Static's inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day You want trouble? HA HA, let's bring it quick, fast And dash and blast up on they b**h a** Adios as his a** got smoked - He provoked the wrong n***a now his a** is ghost... I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some c*nt (uhh!) Cause to me and my homeboy's ya'll just some punks, haha Who really want it? n***a, come get it Slowly but surely, homie you ain't never forget it How many times I gotta say stop f**in' with mine Livin' the life of crime where it's do or die Y'all n***as don't really want none of this We the sh**... blow your f**in' crew to bits [Chorus] - 3X w/ variations [Outro: Daz] Yeah, pull up on this n***a right here Jump out, serve his a** {*gun shot*} Boom, give it, get on the ground!