You see my homies is killas..
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)..
[Daz Dillinger]
See if you come my way, I roll with tec-9's, AK's
Murder machines, for where I hang and stay
Obey the laws of the street, 'fore yo' b**** a** get beat
And I'm hoein' and I'm only out to rob and cheat
Get your pistols and rags, n**** prepare to blast
It ain't no questions or discussion, get the dope and the cash
We came up quick, plottin' on real b**** s***
Three-hundred and fifty G's, three n***** was split
Flippin' and servin' chickens
Any dirty work - I was down with it
A true soldier and I stay committed
[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'
And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin'
Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast
[Daz Dillinger]
I guess the war's on, get your soldiers and let's go to war
Put in work Death Row - even the score
Mini machine guns, grenades, and forty-fives
We crazy in the land where it's hard to survive
Catchin' n***** slippin' if you're Bloodin' or Crippin'
On a mission blastin' n***** if you all wit it
You see we bang for a livin', use the gun
Drugs and prison, n***** doin' hella time
Roll with these scandalous n*****
Back looped out, smoked out
Hit another one, I'm bombed out, smoked out
So we load and swerve in the glass house and we roll the street
My brand n***** run up on you so we pull up the heat
I said "What's up?"... he replied with the wrong set
It's my duty and my job to put this n**** to rest
Boom, boom - shots from the tec rain out
Another wrong n**** dead, that's what I'm talkin' about
n***** yell my name out and say they gon' kill me
I ain't worried 'bout a thang, y'all n***** can't kill me!
[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'
And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin'
Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast
[Daz Dillinger]
I kick off the war, with a calibur fo'- fo'
Knockin' down doors and n***** wonder what I came for
Jumpin' out of buckets, dumpin' on them brand m************
Who claim for the fame, puttin' somethin' up in you bustas
Looped out, feelin' good no doubt
With a tec ready to put some m***********' heads out
Servin' fools, pull around the corner
Slow down and jump out, to show you what I'm all about
I'm yellin' "f*** you n****!" and I hope you die
Showin' y'all n***** how real gangstas ride
Come up workin' for birds early, busta young died early
Ridin' dirty with a gauge underage
Had to drop off the pump, that's when the real s*** start
Y'all b**** a** n***** ain't got heart, y'all cowards
We give it up, inject pain on n***** and conversate with the trigger
Blast, escape, then get to dippin'
Set trippin's like an everyday thang, where we hang
Still Tha Gang, where we blast to maintain at close range
AK's, 357's, and tec's - all kind of s***
Catch you n***** slippin' because we Crippin' on the set
Willin', looped out, your homie just got out
Dogg Pound 'bout to take you n***** out
[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
(You see my homies is killas)
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)..
[Daz Dillinger]
See if you come my way, I roll with tec-9's, AK's
Murder machines, for where I hang and stay
Obey the laws of the street, 'fore yo' b**** a** get beat
And I'm hoein' and I'm only out to rob and cheat
Get your pistols and rags, n**** prepare to blast
It ain't no questions or discussion, get the dope and the cash
We came up quick, plottin' on real b**** s***
Three-hundred and fifty G's, three n***** was split
Flippin' and servin' chickens
Any dirty work - I was down with it
A true soldier and I stay committed
[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'
And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin'
Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast
[Daz Dillinger]
I guess the war's on, get your soldiers and let's go to war
Put in work Death Row - even the score
Mini machine guns, grenades, and forty-fives
We crazy in the land where it's hard to survive
Catchin' n***** slippin' if you're Bloodin' or Crippin'
On a mission blastin' n***** if you all wit it
You see we bang for a livin', use the gun
Drugs and prison, n***** doin' hella time
Roll with these scandalous n*****
Back looped out, smoked out
Hit another one, I'm bombed out, smoked out
So we load and swerve in the glass house and we roll the street
My brand n***** run up on you so we pull up the heat
I said "What's up?"... he replied with the wrong set
It's my duty and my job to put this n**** to rest
Boom, boom - shots from the tec rain out
Another wrong n**** dead, that's what I'm talkin' about
n***** yell my name out and say they gon' kill me
I ain't worried 'bout a thang, y'all n***** can't kill me!
[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'
And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin'
Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast
[Daz Dillinger]
I kick off the war, with a calibur fo'- fo'
Knockin' down doors and n***** wonder what I came for
Jumpin' out of buckets, dumpin' on them brand m************
Who claim for the fame, puttin' somethin' up in you bustas
Looped out, feelin' good no doubt
With a tec ready to put some m***********' heads out
Servin' fools, pull around the corner
Slow down and jump out, to show you what I'm all about
I'm yellin' "f*** you n****!" and I hope you die
Showin' y'all n***** how real gangstas ride
Come up workin' for birds early, busta young died early
Ridin' dirty with a gauge underage
Had to drop off the pump, that's when the real s*** start
Y'all b**** a** n***** ain't got heart, y'all cowards
We give it up, inject pain on n***** and conversate with the trigger
Blast, escape, then get to dippin'
Set trippin's like an everyday thang, where we hang
Still Tha Gang, where we blast to maintain at close range
AK's, 357's, and tec's - all kind of s***
Catch you n***** slippin' because we Crippin' on the set
Willin', looped out, your homie just got out
Dogg Pound 'bout to take you n***** out
[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
(You see my homies is killas)
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion