Daz Dillinger - Oh No lyrics

Oh no! murder, murder, murder Busting at these n***as who claim to be hard Murder, murder, murder Come and blast dat n***a daz and act rude Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard Pulling your motherf**er's cords Me, we're going back for you to say that Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back Knowing where you motherf**ers rest and hang at I'm in long beach, where the gang bangers hang at Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats And asking for sh**, n***a, 'cause we're blasting See, we're the gang, kicking just to maintain Bang on n***as for a living, busting upon the selling corners We on 'em just for twelve figures Money, dope, cars and b**hes, to getting richer [Chorus: x2] Oh no, n***as just wanna get k**ed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight n***as better pack you guns Glocks are popping off like turbo Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo sh** Money busters lyrically in motion About to whip a ? the east side coast and I'm the one they love to hate with a pa**ion I packs a blue steel, filled with sk**ed 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 master plan Come out with your sh** man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions Listen, money on a dirt mission Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon [Chorus: x2] Watch out, here I come Battling motherf**ers till the break of dawn Homeboy, ring the alarm It's d-a to the z, dropping the formula And every n***a that I know in californ-I-a Dat n***a daz will come out and play Busting on n***as 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 b**hes a** n***as on an open platter Yeah, ha ha Fool, what n***a, you know that got your a** laying down? You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone I hate fake take away motherf**ers I come up from the slums and I run, motherf**ers No other than the gang, it's the slang and prosper And bang us mobsters, while claiming oscars While most n***as 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'm a stay off one, liable to spray off some Ammunition, I handle missions one on one n***as, come on, come and get their ? done I'm the cannibal, the Hannibal lector of rap A n***a steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change [Chorus: x2] Oh no