[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]

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