Oh No

Lyrics

[Intro: Daz Dillinger] Oh no! Murder, murder, murder... Busting at these niggas who claim to be hard Murder, murder, murder... [Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] Come and blast and Dat Nigga Daz will act rude Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard Pulling your motherfucker's hoe cards Me, we're going back for you to say that Prepare for battle, let the 9 rattle with pay back Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at I'm in Long Beach, where the gangbangers hang at Don't want no static, don't panic, we're packing cannons Ain't asking for shit, nigga, cause we're blasting See, we're The Gang, kicking dust to maintain Bang on niggas for a living, busting on police and opponents Be on 'em just for twelve figures Money, dope, cars and bitches, to get me richer [Chorus: Daz Dillinger] Oh no, niggas just wanna get killed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight Niggas better pack you guns Oh no, niggas just wanna get killed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight Niggas better pack you guns [Verse 2: J-Money] Glocks are popping off like turbo Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit Money bust;s, is lyrically in motion About to whip up a potion,, the East Side coastin' I'm the one they love to hate with a passion I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blastin 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 firing squad what's happening? My mind is going deep, like Money mystical and all You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all It's critical, I'm thinking of a masterplan Come up out your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions Listen, Money's on a dirt mission Creeping through the night, beanie tight, Armageddon [Chorus: Daz Dillinger] Oh no, niggas just wanna get killed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight Niggas better pack you guns Oh no, niggas just wanna get killed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight Niggas better pack you guns [Verse 3: Daz Dillinger] Watch out, here I come Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn Homeboy, ring the alarm It's D-A to the Z, dropping the formula And every nigga that I know in Californ-i-a Dat Nigga Daz will come out and play Busting on niggas 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 bitch ass niggas on an open platter Yeah, haha Oh, what nigga, you don't think i'll lay your ass down? [Verse 4: Tray Deee] You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone I hate fake, can't take away motherfuckers I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers No other than The Gang, is to slang and prosper And bang as mobsters, while claming Oscars While most niggas boast they control they coast They be old 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 Niggas, come on, come and get they gumbo done I'm the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax We're The Gang, and we're mash and blast to maintain We done came in the game and things aim to change [Chorus: Daz Dillinger] Oh no, niggas just wanna get killed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight Niggas better pack you guns Oh no, niggas just wanna get killed tonight Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight Niggas better pack you guns [Outro: Daz Dillinger] Oh no...