Oh No - Daz Dillinger

[Featuring Tray Deee  J Money] 
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 motherfucker's cords 
Me  we're going back for you to say that 
Prepare for battle  load the narrator with pay back 
Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at 
I'm in Long Beach, where the gangbangers hang at 
Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats 
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting 
See, we're 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 
I'm the one they love to hate with a passion 
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it 
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 while you say "why, what's happening?" 
My mind is going deep, like Money mister, doing all 
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all 
It's critical, I'm thinking of a masterplan 
Come out with your shit man, I'm 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 
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 niggaz 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 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 
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone 
I hate fake take away motherfuckers 
I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers 
No other than The Gang, it's 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 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 
Niggaz, come on, come and get their (???) 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 mashing, blast to maintain 
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change 
Chorus (2x) 
Oh no...