Daz Dillinger - R.A.W (2001) by Daz Dillinger (보컬) on maniadb.com

To the adult world the casual violonce of gang life was horrifing
But in the distorted world of gangs risking death by getting shot was one sure way of winning a gangs respect

I was shot when I was 15 or 16
(shots fired in the area gang fight in the parking lot)
When my longs collapsed uhm.. the the 22 is still lodge in my chest to dis day

See getting shot and livin was more for my ego it was more for my image
I could now I could walk around like supeman. Id been shot I'm you know I'm I'm the great I am now in my chest at that?

They show off their scars the way war veterans display purple hearts.

I got shot in the heart and um...



These are other scars that Ive had from other neighborhood fightings and doesnt stop

Do you get used to death? Do you get used to the fact that you could die anyday?( Do you get used to it?)

See i dont worru bout that till you get hit by dat bullet, see like thats just like when people steal cars they dont worry about getting caught till they get caught right? Same when we shooting at a person i dont think about getting caught till i get caught

The explosion of gangs in the last to decades of the 20th century grew under a much larger problem. The rise of a social under class and americas failure to provide hope. The children bored into a world of disitigrating family life and grinding poverty. All though there small successes with programs designed to create a future for some of those children, no one came up with a large scale program that delt effectedly, with the forces of dispare and alienaion that promted some many young americans to look for their identity and theit self asteem in the world of street gangs. (street gangs street gangs street gangs street gangs)

All dem niggas right there
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Fuck y'all

I thought you knew about us
You know what we throw on this
1-87 on rhyme
Anybody killa
Fuck all y'all

We run the streets, come run with my game
We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang
And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you
Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you
Nigga we keep the streets hot
It's just us and the cops
And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock
Guess money rule the world
Materials and girls, fly
Did ya never seen?
Never, even dreamless, these things
That make the world we live in what it is
And though with paper you would die
It's a shame what is real on these wheels
Foes on a hundred smoke weed
Me and Bad and Tray-Dee
In an ice machine
Big strap that let a nigga have to come out
Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out
Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out
Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)

Though we all wanna live it up
'fo the lights go out in your house
No one is gon' get there
Fillin all doubts, and hold out
Only when ya sure to take a loss
Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blast
If the guns don't get cha
It's sure to be the cancer
Why ask why? You gonna believe his answer
He made it up and just about to get your chances
It's a baby I've been knowin,
Trust of homage you could go insurin
Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust
Only gave me one change, it's just us
Who banging at the poppa stops
Gangsta network your G shit
Makin million dollar plans
Pullin million dollar scams
It be a trillion dollar man
Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich
The world make me sick
I really wanna live it up
It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up
I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts
Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin...

What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)

We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up
Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up
Puttin up with nothin
The world let us hear with no fury
Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em
Talkin nothin
Provin, movin I can make a difference
Any ??? 'll speak louder then
All that y'all jackin at gettin payed
One of the two main reasons I keep rappin
It just happened
The peace so niggas don't know
Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryin
Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line
Someone should defy the law
I've forgot what I was looking for
Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours
Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door
Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours
Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door
Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours

What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)

Hahaha,
Yeah
We run these streets
And some big dope sacks
Nigga
Smoke some, drink some
That's what I'm talkin about
Yeah
Haha

Still blastin at close range
Things ain't changed
We the gang
But we blast and mash to maintain
Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D
Gang bangin
But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckers
To my big homeboy C-Style
What up dogg?
Yeah
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout

(Daz intro)
Throughout the city the gunfire lit up the street
We ride for revenge honor and respect
Death to all y'all homeboys,
Catching niggas slipping, peeling there motherfucking caps back
Yeah, the game, that's how we do it
Everyday all day, straight riding
Fuck all y'all homeboys
(yo yo yo what's up)

(Daz Verse 1)
I'm back, banging on niggas after trying to murder me
Caught in the middle of greed, witness to trickery
Now I'm here, ready to die, remember me
On a hunt for you bastards to put you out your misery
Made a more ? they die with bullet holes
44 explode that's when the story was told
My heart is as cold as the tundra
Automatic weapons warring like thunder
My final destiny is to put ya under
Come on warring whenever, me die, nigga never
Through the storm and the weather my dogs a go-getter
Polish da chrome barretta catching you punk niggas
That's the element of surprise you niggas won't regret us
Like shooting birds with pellets, let the streets reveal it
Do or die motherfuckers trying to kill it
Yes you can, and ever since we won't have no peace
Till one of us rest in peace, alive or deceased
It's your choice, your move, show and prove yo hand
Get it off yo chest let me know that you's a man
Get your pistols and niggas cuz it's about to get shitty
No remorse, no pity, you hear it all through the city

(Chorus)
Trickery and scandalous bitches
Niggas, that I fucked with
Wasn't no good from the jump
So now what we gone do
We gone ride,
We gone destroy, build, come anew
You know how we do
It's not over, till we say so
Nigga!

(Daz Verse 2)
Word on the street is that you better have some heat
By your side
Caught your homie slippin', did he survive?
One to the head left him dead off the words that he said
Could have been avoided if he would have drove off instead
Nigga shot at my crib where my momma and kids live
No doubt, now it's time to take some more of you out
Scan the block with an inferred dot, just for a victim
There he go, there he was, there he go let's get him
My motto is no remorse and that you'll never surrender none
Only rely on your self and your gun
Biage, as I get high and look at the stars
Wish and wish and pray to God for our downfall
'Cause then it's back to the same thang, of this life I lead
Bitches, money, and niggas, and weed
Bust a left on one O feral with a double pump barrel
Be careful, cause these streets could sometimes leave ya narrow
With the faith of Moses, and the power of Pharoe
With the bullets hotter than fire and as swift as an arrow
Death becomes your every wish you try to blast me and miss
Now me and my dogs commence to get in your shit
You say the lord is your shepherd and you shall not walk
It's time to gaffle up these niggas stick 'em dead in the trunk
Behold the last words spoken by a dead man
It seems to realize niggas 'll never understand

(Chorus)

Yeah, it's not over
When I die my children will grow, and smoke your ass
Starting our history book, Gangstaology
Throughout the streets we shall survive and live

[Lil' C-Style]
Ooo Weee, it's going down Long Beach connect gang
Me an my nigga daz doing thangs
Yea, can't stop this shit, Im tired of all this bull shit
Nigga independent over here, now what im sayin
You cant count my shit, ya know

[Daz Dillinger]
I smoked Tora before I had an call
Went from a little old nigga to an world wide rap star
My pockets stay fat
sometimes I want to say fuck rap and get an sack (Why's That)
That where's my heart is at, that why I started that
Somebody tell me party at
So I can get bombed in riding on the 110, to the 91 to 710
Im back in the beach again, just riding high jumped out with an grin
Mother fuckers shoot ten
Started off with fifty dollars, no Im up to an thousand
Hit nigga after lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta shit

[Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x]
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine

[Lil' C-Style]
I touch more woman than I can ever feel
I stop at the set where the homeboys chill
I spot big homie C-bo with the gat and bat
Cross the street and the corner with the orange sack
As I continue my mission down m.l.k
I bust a right and see my homie hanging out on nineteen
Baby boy where that gangsta from who and g.c
Im that little nigga C Style from nineteen street
Not haft way to dip to my hood just yet
I spot an bad ass bitch she want to give me some head
So I take ten Tracy's, I got an bitch to get
I love fucking bitches that I just cant hit

[Lil C-Style Chorus 2x]
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine

[Daz Dillinger]
Yea, ha ha one nine nine nine
Daz an Lil Style coming through you like that
Now you know Eastside is where we hang
Got the one nine loc and doing the thang
Don't make curb serving, dub or die
Taking penitentiary chasing and rapping at the same time
My homie once want way back
You better read the walls and know where you at
Or get your little ass jack, that's why I stay strap
When im on the Eastside I keep it on my lap
Lil Style

[Lil C Style]
Nigga I got stay strap
Even though im fresh out the county and aint trying to go back
To fucking roaches and rats
And nasty ass food, I aint try to eat that
Im trying to see brand new house and an cadillac
Where my six hoes, number one on the bizzat
Where my Daz and you know we on fizzat
I was carrying to and duce five to an four-five strizzat
So eaze up and recognize us
Me an my nigga D-A-Z aint we nothin but some riders
Aint an damn thang could divide us
This is real ass mother fucking Eastsidas

[Lil C-Style Chorus 2x]
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine

[Daz and Lil C Style]
We on some gangsta shit nigga
We on some gangsta shit nigga

[Big Pimping]
Now you aint never show the feeling like the blow
That wind place the show and the nine nine that how shit go
Fa sho, smoking is what makes train go
Blowing circles around over here
How many is with the bullets on the bed
Yea, you heard what the fuck I said
Yea, that some of that gangsta shit
That aint representing with that master shit
Nigga just let it be known that about no bull shit
Cause this song, now that is some of that gangsta shit

[Verse 1]
Motherfucker, cha-pow here I am let's get started off right
With a gun or a fight, think you hard
You a dog that don't bite, see I'm trained to kill
Give a fuck about you hoes, spill ya blood for thrills
Grip ya body, naked shakin' we neck breakin'
Niggas in my hood be runnin' while them niggas salt shakin'
Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'
Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box
Watch out, surrounded by niggas that's plottin' and creepin'
Lot of caps slippin' and jack me for my chips
Nah, get the twelve gauge and load a gob
Blowin' something in these niggas if they actin' calm
Niggas'll blast, yellin' out "Fuck y'all"
While they mashin' steady blastin'
Ain't just here for nothin' doin' right for right
Cause it's right, shit niggas gotta do to earn they stripes

[Hook]
Can't run, ya can't hide
Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it
Ya gon' diiiiiie, yeah, yeah
Can't run, ya can't hide
Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it
Ya gon' diiiiiie

[Verse 2]
Took about the same looty to perform my duty
Survey this thing to a nigga that knew me
Little did I know he was settin' me up
Wettin' me up and catch me up
Barely escapin' heart beatin' fast mile racin'
A shotty in hell, I thought I was dead
But I'm alive and payback is a mother you fucker
I'll be back carvin' Ruckers when the gauge start bustin'
Penitentiary rap but we here and ain't shit
Nigga dyin' quick and get ya throat split
Comin' out do worse, I love to do work
Retaliation, revenge make it hard to live
Shoot-outs cop, when ya jackin' and robbin' and mobbin'
Stabbin' on through the town, layin' em' down
I'm a war street veteran, never say I better than anybody


That nigga Daz and Young Gotti
Blast em' with the shot after fleein' the scene
Cause money, power, and dreams make a hell of a scheme
Grippin' nine to ya brain, put the set on shade
Writin' big, bold letter that'll weigh ya sign

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My dreams and nightmares hard before I went to sleep
So I stay awoke and cocked with four five loaded
Cautious on my toes at all times, on the grind
Mindin' my own, dropped and smoke in the zone
It's a shame how we do it, how we represent the game
Blast and maintain for the money and the fame
You know the steelo, nigga we know
We get down and dirty because we do low
Keep it strong for so long, I couldn't go wrong
But fuckin' with some niggas knew some shit would go wrong
Niggas comin' up short chop em' down with the chopper
Givin' em' all tones and one hand sole
Nigga stop it, show me how you do it, how ya drop it
Give my dogs a fat just to get it poppin'
Got the dope and the scale and it ain't hard to tell
Hard bound but come around where the dogs dwell
When ya least expect it, you can die any second
Nigga stop check it and dwell on it and respect it

[Hook]

[Daz talkin]
Yeah ain't no where to run and ain't no where to hide
Ha ha (Don't die) so you might as well just go on and kill yourself
(When ya least expect it, ya gon' die) ha ha ya know why (Die, die)
Nigga ha, ha (Ya can't run) yeah

What it is nephew ya know
Yea, touchdown on this suckas man
From all angles of the game and let these fools know
We ridin, we mobbing, we hogging, we dogging, we flossing and balling
So what it iz

[Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x]
What it iz, I thought we was down to end
My best of friends try to mash me and do me again
What it iz, I thought we was down to end
What it iz

[Daz Dillinger]
Forever coping cash, be on the mash with my business
Honest ticking yall niggas, niggas cross me got me acting shity
Real niggas is all that I keep
Keep watching the street making it happen with the rap and the beat
This the game and we bang on other gangs
That Don't play when we claim, so we knocks them out the frame
What a shame it is, cant be levels, cant be friends
Homies be acting funny we am swerve and an grin
But aint no thang do you in
Grew up as an kid giving all I can give with one life to live
But with the Sean John give me con
From growing off of murder of mother fuckers, Bounty it's on
You know what time it is, drooping these rhymes again
Anyway it goes you niggas cant see my flow

[Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x]

[Daz Dillinger]
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day

[Daz Dillinger]
Roll up an blunt
Pulling and punching giving it up for nothing
Only in it for something if it aint cheese fucking, Roll up biz a bucket
I keep niggas coming, so watch out before your punk ass get knocked out
Stuff one right back up in your mouth
Waking up early, im down so what you cha talking about
Im Daz Dillinger but im still dat nigga daz
Only in it just to get it just bust an niggas ass
Only demonstration, fuck conversation with us
Only conversation when we kick up dust
Its an must that I diss you niggas back again
Plus on your video talking all that smack

[Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x]

[Daz Dillinger]
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day

[Daz Dillinger]
Now my last verse
Showing up an few women
Im coming up and get bombed rushed
For running up Long Beach
Have you forgot where you from
Eastside of Long Beach represent 21
Blowing smoke in your face
Roll up an joint or bong
To set let your mother fucking ass to get out an song
Its strong to be weak, Watch out when I creep
And I land in yo ass to knock you out your feet
That pimp shit to impress me or faze me
All I fuck different yall and yall don't pay me
Simple as I can say I can say Fuck Yall
This is from all of my doggs so Fuck Yall

[Daz Dillinger Chorus 2x]

[Daz Dillinger]
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day

It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop can't quit 'cause we ?? the grind

[Daz,(Kurupt):]
Yo ( Gangstafied back on the block)
Straight up
D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T
Doing it like usual, you know what I'm sayin?
You can't stop you can't rewind the time
You can't think about the past
So look forward to life, and keep on ?missionin? on the grind for yours

Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get we it be out here on the grind

[Daz]
I wake up with the birds, early as fuck
Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks
Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up
They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up
It aint shit to flip a double up, and I love when I'm comin up
I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin up
Telling all yall fools yall aint one of us

[Kurupt]
Nigga, get a glimpse of a fact plus that, Blaze
Move into the hood with all the OG's
That help me get paid homie, we a unit
Doin it how a gangsta do it, Run through it
And stampede the block like bitch
Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit(yeah)
Jack nigga, Daz, and Kurupt the Kingpin
Back on the smash, with heaters to reclaim the ass

Chorus:(2x)(minor changes the 2nd time)
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get it we be out here on the grind

[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, half a days gone by
Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life
It's hard to survive
Without grabbin 9, and pump five-fifty-five
Forty-five many Mack eleven


Gunshots non stop to funk pop
Then pop baby glocks
(Homie you ridin or not?)
Me and the homies are the first to bust
And yall cowards dyin tryin to be like us
Gangsta

[Daz]
With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead
I guess I'd die in the life of greed
Muthafuckas 'round here die to bleed
For set, joints nigga, or half a key
I remember when I came up, niggas rang up
Some Cripped up some niggas flamed up
Crossed your name out, straged my name up
(Quick to thow the gang up) What up?!
I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap
Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap
Like that, white, black, mexican, and jap
Homeboy do anything for a scrap

[Kurupt]
Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa
DPGC fuck yall niggas
Deep inside we feel like fuck yall hood
Hell naw bitch nigga it aint all to the good
Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get we it be out here on the grind

[(Daz)Kurupt]
(We can't stop, can't rewind the time)
Yeah that's what's wrong with yall niggas
(Out of dolla bills nickles and dimes)
(On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine, all the time, on the grind)
Yeah homie, you gotta keep yo hustle on
Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block
The gangstas is here foreva,
Yeah, huh huh, yeah
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin
Daz Dillinger, Kurupt young Gotti
'99 millenium 2000 like fuck a bitch
Put it on the catalogs homie, Classics' 'CRIP!!

Mac Shawn:
Daz nigga wanna hoes right here man
These bitches better have a rack on
A G strap

Daz Dillinger:
I had one hell of a night
Two freak ass ???
F**ked me and sucked me
Like hell of ???
Name Jackie
Sweat like ???
With an earing on her tittie
and a ring on her toung
I said lay back and let me hit the cat
Down to fifty hennessy
and plus we smoked a sack
I got busy on the cop
In back of the track
I'm like word that you heard
Nigga don't stop

Mac Shawn
I had this bad ass bitch
She was freaking me
All up on that ecstasy
A bad defeat
Malcome X
Nothing going on
but some serious sex
Throw your hands to the back
Like a porno fleck
What's con is it
Don't bust a glock
Layed back
F**k bitch
and I'm gonna rock the cock
See I'm back again
With this fresh pimp
and all my nigga
We all in
and everything
Is on a hoe
and some of you niggas
Just don't know

Daz:
I said you just don't know
I said you just don't know

Hook 2X
You know {you know}
and he knows {and he knows}
and we know {and we know}
That yourgirlfriend is still a hoe
You punk bitch

Daz Dillinger:
She was a pretty thang
but a nasty freak
They used to f**k her older sister
By the name of ???
?????
She used to sing love songs
Why she was f**king me
pussy, tittie, ass shaking
Pry to god
Hoe don't scream rape
but I busta like a cherry
and I squeeze it like ???

Mac Shawn:
I put the dick in her face
and she loved the taste
Now understand why she loved that face
'cause it's a freaky thang
but a good thang
Not knowin tonight
She going to do thangs
She preformed on one of us
Like never before
Imagne that
When she hit the flow
She sucked and sucked
I f**ked and f**ked
She paid Mac Shawn
and I straight got up

Daz:
Bitch heres a towel
Wipe the nutt of your butt

Hook 2X

Soopafly:
She came over to eat this rap dick
Yea I cocked the hoe
Yea I kicked game and knocked the hoe
A lil' dick love in bitch
By the name of ???
I really did'nt kick no game
All I said was hey
She tourned around
Half ass like she was frome the bay
Her teeth were so f**ked up
Made it hard for here to say
What she wanted to do with this dick
I gave her a tip
Grab this dick like it was a toothbrush
In between your lips and scrub
Come on bitch scrub
I came with that favorite toothpaste you love {sperm}
Snatched it out her mouth
Kicked that hoe out
She begged for the number
Like please don't end ot
Man I gave the bitch a number to the dentist
Sent her on the way
Like just don't smile
'cause if one time they see that grill
you know they gonna kill you

Hook: 3X

Mac Shawn:
Bitch you was nothing
Never will be something
We burn rubber on you
Raggedy bitch
You nothing piece of hoe
Imagne that
Now
Bitch
Soopafly the high prince
Young Daz
Mac-N-Ass Shawn
It don't stop bitch
raggedy junky hoe
F**k you and your friends
Bitch and your mother
Hoe

[Daz]
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz
(Uh Yeah through kurupt talking)

[Kurupt]
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti, Dillinger spillin these bitches
Gangstas gangstas make the world go 'round nigga
BLAST!

[Daz]
Nigga stop saying that you wit daz
Wet niggas and wit straps
Who could have did that
Retaliate and get back
Shit you came wizack
7 nigga you crizaps
Notice how I came in wit the wheels of a Jizag
Smoke weed and drink yack
Known to break bizacks
When you see me nigga violently I can get
Tap that ass claim you know where my gang hang at
Long beach, east nigga yo believe that
Slang powder, weed, and crizack
Tell me where the ?
Homicide, daily live hangin' where it's izat
Came bent nigga with gun knives and bizats
Whup an nigga ass like that

[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck
(X2)

[Kurupt]
We make our stizacks
Murder kidnaps and jackin for the scrizatch
Not giving a fuck, you ain't no mizatch
Pull it bizack, blast and ask questions lizast
It's like thizat, blastin chrome mizat
Thizat, playin them hoes just like Dizaz
It's all about the cizash,
Clash and blast on they bitch ass
Yelling out fuck y'all bitches
Hittin' fourteen corners with sixteen switches
Who the fuck wants to step into the dog yard
Wit all the dizogs, it's all through the fizog
Pistols aiming and anybody that wants to piss-off
Like fuck all yizall, X stopped the wizall
Remarked up dogg pound gangsta dizogs
Daz is his name and motherfucker don't forget it
I'm kurupt the kidnapping, heavy caliber missle launcher, mongrel,
With the black bizak it's like thizat
Not giving a fuck who you are, or where your izat
Don't bark spark the strizap
Shut the fuck, dogs surround
Get paralyzed by shells from hell hounds


knocking motherfuckers up then back down

[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck
(X2)

[Daz]
Why you front on me low
Because I fucked your hizoe
45 automatics to leave 'em in the street yo
Tearing shit up just like a fucking torpedo
My dogs come around when they hear the wiztle
Boom Boom Boom it fly just like a missle
Hungry dogs attack when they eat the meat yo

[Kurupt]
Hit ya in ya chest fuck around and rip ya tiss-ue

[Daz]
Murder Murder Murder now it's all to the sequel

[Kurupt]
Nigga, that ain't no way to talk to a fellow dog well explain
I guess he a dog cause of the chain
See I ain't never seen him that near meeting
when all the cats was trying to lock a dog izup
Knock a dog dizown, drizown nizza I'm a pop the double 4 pizound
Bitch ass nigga with a bitch ass sound
Fuck a record I'm a catch his at the hizouse
And stuff a 3 quarter inch dick up in his mizouth

[Chorus]
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck
(X2)

[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, the real dogs is back
Daz and kurupt like fuck y'all niggas homie
Punks, yeah, y'all lucky Simon ain't home punk
Yeah for all y'all bitch ass niggas
Remember the dogs, the dogs, the dogs

(dogs barking)

[Intro - Daz]
Man, nigga (?) is tore up, y'knahmsayin?
Shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that music down
Yeah yeah, y'knahmsayin?
Let's jack these niggaz for what they got, y'knahmsayin?
Heard these niggaz got some big paper on them
Dope sacks and all that shit
Get the gauge nigga, c'mon, let's go, we out!

[Daz]
It's another bad day in the hood
My clientele's doin small, my profits ain't nuttin good
Hit a couple licks (hit 'em up!) in a matter of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
but fuck the cops and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail
Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't gon' catch us
and a undercover G, ahh, our plates is from Texas
Got the bombers, fuck the moto that niggaz never smoke
Got the weed that when you take a tote you gonna choke
Out of town, we put it down in a major way
Never knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay
Load up by Rucker's
gettin step and never know who gon' get shady doin business
So we never slept in powder box and hot, snitches
and fiends, and cops, makin niggaz shit hot, so we relocate the spot
We got some bitches doin dirty work, outta down (?) the work
Come back wit our bread, break a nigga or some hands (BIATCH!)
That's the way I love it, you know I love that shit
The way I fucks a bitch and clock the green

[sung] Because it's all about the money man
[Daz] You can't get nuttin without it
[sung] It's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] That's what the ballers got
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Cash dollar
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] You can't get nuttin without it
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Get it, get it, get it
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Aww
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Run it, run it, run it

[Daz]
Fresh broads and five hundred thousand dollars homes
and mobile phones (yeah!) better play the coke
Smokin weed by the zones (the pound)
Got a down ass bitch to help me get through shit


When times get rough at times you know you can't trust no bitch
Keep my eye for them high, and a motherfucker tune it out
Zulu's out, livin life homey, that's what it's all about
Bustin niggaz, dustin niggaz, fo' all out, respect
Sprayin niggaz down wit the tec, aww shit
Maintainin bangin me mad, still I do my thang
Fly my niggaz in stadium style, from the gang
Three-fifty-seven's, forty-fives, get the party live
Get the dumpin the niggaz that runnin for they lives
(FUCKER!) Me and my potnahs in the town, slang dick deep
Through twenty pieces, quarter pound to support the kings
Whatchu need is what we got
from the break you diss me to your favorite block
We be settin up shottin what's mine, tec wit a glock
To let you know, motherfucker that it don't stop
Makin bills for a quarter mill', this life we live is way to real
From hustin rock to fuckin bitches that's top knotch (biatch!)
This fast life made Shaq crazy, at actin outta control
To let you know-know what the fuck we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls
Swoopin through the streets to let you motherfuckers know (know) ..

[sung] .. that it's all about the money man
[Daz] Can't do nuttin without it
[sung] It's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Yeah (??)
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Can't be cheap
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Money, money, cash money
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Cash scrilla
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] Can't be cheap
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Money, money

[Outro - Daz]
Yeah, keep your motherfuckin head up and watch yo' back
Cause everywhere you go some nigga out there tryin to, jack on yo' ass
Y'knahI'msayin? Ain't nuttin nice about these streets, y'knahmsayin?
Every G out there for they selves, that's how it goes down, y'know?
So y'all check game, peep game so y'all understand
It's all about that money mayn, that chedder y'knahmsayin?
Fuck these sucker ass niggaz out there my niggaz!

[Latoya Williams]
Ooooh...
Hi, my name is Latoya Williams
and this is a story about; my man
You see ladies, I had this man about, two or three years ago
And boy did I love my man
But somethin awful happened, mmm
and they took him away for awhile {*door slamming*}
Now I know some of you ladies out there know what I'm talkin about
Here's my story...

I'm feelin so lonely, lonely, lonely, lone
As I sit by the phone, mmm
Days are long, nights are cold
There's no one home, but me
What am I to do? - I find myself,
callin you, over and over and over
Please, pleeease, come and rescue me
From all this pain, all this pain, and agony! OoohHHHhhh!

(But all, I have is time without you)
And that's not good, oh no!
(It hurts, to know there's nothin I can do)
If I could, but I gotta try (try) and do it! (do it)
'cause your not here, and I'm so alone without you! (you)


So I'll do it (do it)
Sometimes! It hurts so much that I cry! (cry)
and I bawl (mmmmmmm)
'cause my baby, my baby, my baby ain't home
OoohHHHhhh no!
OohhHHh, ohhhHHh-ho-ho

*more harmonizing*

My baby, my baby...
(But all, I have is time without you)
And that's not good, oh no no no!
(It hurts, to know there's nothin I can do)
If I could, but I gotta try (try) and do it! (do it)
'cause your not here, and I'm so alone without you! (you)
Sometimes! It hurts and then I cry! (cry)
and I bawl (mmmmmmm)
'cause my baby, my baby, my baby ain't home
Ohhh! Ooo-oo-oooooohh...

(Feels so good)
Feels good to know that someone loves you
(To know someone loves you)
Feels good to know someone cares
(I want to feel you)
It's been a long time since I felt you
Just call my name I'll be there
(Feels so good)


Young Daz rollin' through high suburban, swervin'
Down the block, catchin' eyes and cutie pies
Observe, that is somethin' particular, met 'em ??? town
Home girl what's ya name, she replied the same
Yo baby lookin' fly, I could see it in her eye
Respect me, you best be prepared when you sex me
Since I let you tell it girl I could rock you 'til your heart stops
Down to your knees like just like havin' a seizure
Please you with the conversation ?? ???
Later on, have you chillin' talkin' 'bout livin' lavish and bubble bathes
Kickin' it on the Ave, young Daz trippin' off the times we had
Wasn't usual but it was crucial, that I had the bomb and you had it
Couldn't even get mad, it wasn't expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What you did to me couldn't be duplicated, you made it the bomb
Even playa hated sometimes, keep in mind
When you laid your head, you knew you laid it in the right place
When you gave it up girl, you knew you ran the right race
Make it hot and sweet, give your body to me
Young Daz, sho' 'nuff gon' get it, home girl
And it feels good baby

In my mind's eye all I see is time passin' by
Will I make it to the other side
Ready to ride, we was all born to die
But will I die alone, baby girl what's it gon' be
She got the bombest shape I ever seen before
Man, she got a brother thinkin' 'bout never doin' wrong, man

Go on girl with your bad ass
She got her own bank account, makin' her own cash
I might be movin' to fast, but with an ass shaped like that
She's the shit, plus she makes her own money, she ain't after my chips
I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
Catch a G dippin' by high at the sky, I lace the game
Everybody wants the best, and every gangsta has a gangstaress
When I pulled on the block lovin' the hood like a muthafucka
Then I seen my girl, felt good from that moment on

Yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
All my ladies (get busy)
It don't stop (get busy)
Ay yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
It don't stop why'all (get busy)
It don't stop why'all (get busy)

Who ya down for (you)
To ride or die, to lie, baby just for you)
Wouldn't trade you for no money or no girls
It was me and you to rule the world
(it was me and you to rule the world)
She cruise my neighborhood draggin' the ground
Layin' it down on hundred spokes
Flossin' with her home girls with no shirt
Pull around the corner, Dana Dane's shinin'
She see me on the grind and on the front line and
You know where I hang, about handlin' things
Be on the corner where the bangers bang
Flossin' the neighborhood with your home girls yellin' 'whoo, whoo'

Lookin' extra cute, G'd in my Coupe
Get your bounce on baby girl, I love her
Plus you'll bounce with me, I adore her
'Cause she'll blaze an ounce with me (say what)
Khakis more creased than mine
She's gangstafied, she wears Dickies not Calvin Kleins
Never ignore me 'cause she adores me, ya know, ya know

Kurupt (Daz):
Gangsta (Yeah), Gangsta (Yeah)

Daz (Kurupt):
I Know y'all like The cars dat go boom (...boom ...boom..)
so everybody out there just turn yo shit up (boom...boom..) ha

[Kurupt]
Beitch, it's the Gangstaz!
What Up Daz? where dem hoez at?
where dem bitchez at? where da homiez at?

[Verse I - Daz]
Cruzin' down the block
and my system bangin' out about a million watts
all these suckers wanna stare and jock
and hear my shit subbin' down the block
I'ma tell you what I got and my shit be thumpin'
5 10s in the back we bumpin'
chrome deez on an ice machine and god damn my shit be thumpin'
boom boom thats just my amps
e-q'z with the alpine deck
y'all niggaz cant really fuck wit this
all my homeboys know who got the shit
see the girls like bass when it's in they face
and when they love it cut it feels so great
when I pull up homegirl I got the gate
all my homeboys luv that bass

[Kurupt]
All I want is my gold deez
talkin on my phones and a Armani's
OG DP GC's kurupt and D-A-Z
64 dippin' down the streets
switches or not as long as-it got beats
all my homeboyz on the cut like we dont give a fuck
what the fuck? what bounce my homeboys rounded
DPG surrounded you know how gangstaz roll
G'ing in full control hittin' up in mo' control
dipping on all gold
why the fuck you wanna play wit a gangta man
my system bang.

Chorus - Daz (Kurupt)
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass
Can you feel it y'all... huh-ha
can you fell it y'all
I said
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass
Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh-ha
can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom)

[Verse II - Daz]
Lexus, Benz's, Lincoln, jeeps
wit the beat with the color TV'z
wit the fresh ass deez wit the killer weed
and my shit lookin' hell'a clean
you can hear me around the corner music bangin'
because I like it loud
wanna buy dippin' high wit the homeboyz
Me and my niggaz be shakin' the crowd
50 amps and 30 woofers and my shit be pushing power
cruzing not givin' a fuck rollin' about 3 miles an hour
im the shit at the car shows
i'll be flossin wit all the hoes


old school cadillac cutless then 64's

[???]
See me and my girls will buy a lexus jeep
rollin 6 deep till you hear the beat
bumpin' loud move twice lets move the crowd
gettin' rowdy rowdy wit my bumpin sounds
no doubt get a price and my system tight
y'all niggaz ain't the only one wit Karl Kani
got bumpin' beats stepped of on your chest
showing all y'all niggaz that I bump the best
See we be wilding pro-filing sipping crystal
& we styling and went it comes to the subs
my shit be thumpin the loudest
so all you fellas don't doubt it
y'all sisters wit me then shout it
we show dem niggaz we ball
we bringin heat out the trunk
all you fools reckognise im the mad
'cause you can keep on trying and still get can adapt to this
i'm the flyest shit you've ever seen
and you know what the fuck I mean
Nigga..

[Kurupt]
Baby tou've ever heard about a gangsta? Then you heard about me
Then you heard about the homiez, baby D-P-G
See I'm smooth an I be movin
and my shit bangs you heard where I hang?
Dogg Pound Gang
wit the candy out the paint
see im lookin' all clean
make it glissin' listen sparkle
dippin' O-G
you can hear around the block
i let my system rock
pancake drop
you know it dont stop
bounce rock chillin' hangin
cant belive how my shit bangin'
oh you aint heard the thang yet
you haven't heard my shit bang yet
yet, yet,

Chorus - Daz (Kurupt)

And my system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass
Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh (Boom)
can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom)

Said my system bumpin' down the street (street)
My system bumpin' down the street (Street)
My system bumpin' down the street (zztt zztt) wit nuthin but bass
Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh
can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom)

My system bumpin' down the street (street)
My system bumpin' down the street (ezzt)
My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass (Bass Bass)
Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh
Can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
What's up, what's up
Where you at nigga, on my way nigga
Nigga, nigga
Yeah, what's goin' on
They don't know about that new shit huh
Where you at, up bitch if ya let me

[Mark Morrison]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Daz Dillinger]
Out of the clear, blue sky makin' it happen
Also shit we stackin'
Crushin' and bustin' upon all these backstabbers
I seen em' in traffic, it's Daz Dillinger
He ain't familiar with us
How I getsdown and gets up
Scopin' out the scene, forever makin' green
Stabbed in the back, plot and scheme
Me, Tray, and Mark get busy
After dark rippin' in my park
From the end to the start
So tell me homeboy what it is
I thought we was down to the end
My next of kin tryin' to blast me to the end
What it is I thought that we was down till the end
What it is, backstabbers

[Mark Morrison]
Said ya was my brother, brother
But you ain't no brother, brother
Turnin' ya back on me
And it turns to jealousy
Said she was my sister, sister
But you ain't no sister, sister
Treatin' a mack this way
Dodgin' me all day
I thought you was my back (Yes I did)
Cause we all still black (So true)
And no matter what you do (No, no, no)
I could always count on you (Oh)

[Daz Dillinger]
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Hook: Daz Dillinger (Mark Morrison)]
(Backstabbers) Who's supposed to be ya friend (Backstabbers)
The one that be down to the end (Backstabbers)
Soon they stab you in the back (Backstabbers)
What I'm supposed to do, stab em' back (Backstabbers)
Who's supposed to be ya friend (Backstabbers)
The one that be down to the end (Backstabbers)
Soon they stab you in the back (Backstabbers)
What I'm supposed to do, stab em' back (Backstabbers)

[Mark Morrison]
Girl he ain't my brother
How is he my brother
Turnin' backs on me
And it turns to your envy
Swearin' she my sister
But how is she my sister
Servin' suits on me
Negative plublicity, listen
I thought she was my back (Yes I did)
Cause we all still black (So true)
And no matter what you do (No, no, no)
I could always count on you
Brother can't you see
That he usin' you against me
And no matter what they say
Mack Daddy's here to stay

[Hook]

Backstabbers, like a flagrant foul with no damn sound
How dare you try to stop big pimpin' slow
When the life of the flavor is my ho
Layin' between the lines lyrically
Inclined to come off divine
Every mack in time, against all that

[Mark Morrison]
I thought you was my brother
Cause we all still black
And no matter what you do
I could always count on you
Sister can't you see
They're plottin' you against me
And no matter what they do
My love will come to you (Tray Deee)

[Tray Deee]
When I return like the mack then I cause disaster (Yeah)
Bangin' on these wack, back stabbin' bastards (What)
Perhaps it's a lack of true macks that's rappin' (Uh)
While people don't be knowin' what's exactly happenin'
But try to play me, Tray Dee will clashin'
Cause I brand these Magnums and blast the fastest
Don't ask if I'm massive to grab my stashes
I last in the past puttin' plans in caskets
Daz and the Mack in the back be flashin'
And havin' it lavish with smashin' classics
Act like mack life ain't no joke
Burnin' youth hang in Cali where the pistols smoke (What)

[Mark Morrison (Daz)]
Backstabbers...backstabbers (What ya say now) Backstabbers
(What ya say now) backstabbers (What ya say now) Backstabbers
(What ya say, what ya say) backstabbers

[Hook to fade]