Oh No

Daz:

Oh no! murder, murder, murder...

Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard

Murder, murder, murder...

Come and blast dat nigga daz and act rude

Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard

Pulling your motherfuckers cords

Me, were going back for you to say that

Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back

Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at

Im in long beach, where the gangbangers hang at

Dont want more static, or panic, were packing gats

And asking for shit, nigga, cause were blasting

See, were the gang, kicking just to maintain

Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners

We on em just for twelve figures

Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer

Chorus (2x):

Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight

Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight

Niggaz better pack you guns

J-money:

Glocks are popping off like turbo

Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit

Money busters lyrically in motion

About to whip a (? ? ? ), the east side coast and

Im the one they love to hate with a passion

I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it

Mcs get dealt with, my microphones my third partner

Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya

Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping

Im packing a rap while you say why, whats happening?

My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all

You couldnt see me with a crystal ball, yall

Its critical, Im thinking of a masterplan

Come out with your shit man, Im broke, feeling critical conditions

Listen, money on a dirt mission

Creeping to the night, beating tight, armageddon

Chorus (2x)

Daz:

Watch out, here I come

Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn

Homeboy, ring the alarm

Its 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 niggaz with an ak

So any given day you want some

Come and get some, you dont want none

Why do we bang?

Why do we bang for a living? we just dont know

Now its time to serve yall bitches ass niggaz on an open platter

Yeah, haha

Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?

Tray deee:

You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome

Im hard to outrun, and wont be outdone

I hate fake take away motherfuckers

I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers

No other than the gang, its the slang and prosper

And bang us mobsters, while claming oscars

While most niggaz froze, they control their coast

They be home and broke, cause theyve been known to choke

Like malone, be gone when the playoffs come

But ima stay off one, liable to spray off some

Ammunition, I handle missions one on one

Niggaz, come on, come and get their (? ? ? ) done

Im the cannibal, the hannibal lector of rap

A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax

Were the gang, and were mashing, blast to maintain

Were the kings in the game, and things aint to change

Chorus (2x)

Oh no...