Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder and Daz (feat. Daz) , by - C-Murder. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Murder and Daz (feat. Daz) |
| Whassup Daz nigga? |
| (Whassup C-Murder?) |
| Shit, I think we got problems |
| (What?) |
| Ya know? |
| (Fuck that.) |
| Nigga call back Sean let’s do that shit like this |
| (How we doin it just like this.) |
| Okay |
| (Ya know what I’m sayin?) |
| Let’s ride on em |
| (Buck all yall.) |
| Ya heard? |
| Aww yeah (aww yeah), it’s bout that time to get into some gangsta shit |
| A second no doubt nigga before we bang you quick |
| The gang and No Limit, we about to trip |
| Slangin these thangs as a youngster |
| Grew up with killers and drug niggas, big cowards and busters |
| Seen it all from a mile away, but it’s all on straight |
| With automatic with static nigga cause we don’t play |
| C-Murder rap up and pat up and rap up, out to get him nigga what up |
| With enough lead to make these niggas shut the fuck up |
| Boom boom as me and my niggas come through with attitude |
| Actin rude, slappin and jackin these fools |
| Rollin down the block as the system knock |
| Truck beatin deep as a motherfucker, fuck the cops |
| I bust on niggas with nerve, pull up on niggas on the curb |
| Swerve and yell out nigga you ain’t heard |
| Bout as dollar birds, loaded high of herb |
| Sean duck, what the fuck, niggas are rollin it up |
| My heart is cold as ice, day and night |
| Strapped with shit you can’t fuck with, so you better get white |
| See gotta gun it off, got up and stumbled, fell and fall |
| ??? |
| and spin niggas with my motherfuckin doggs |
| Cause when you fuck with us you done fucked with the real |
| So we don’t fuck with sucka niggas, busta niggas that squeal |
| Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo) |
| Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man |
| You knowin how we do, how we do man |
| Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo) |
| Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man |
| You knowin how we do it, we don’t play play |
| In God I trust, for them gats I bust |
| And fuck the world cause a gangsta bitch, I never trust |
| Now who’s to blame for the motherfucking rain pouring down on my head |
| I guess it was the life I led |
| Cause society done made me into a villan |
| And I’m willing to execute another killing |
| Cause I dwell with them cut throats and alcoholics |
| And been a member ever since I could remember |
| Relieve stress with the sex and masturbation |
| And ride for No Limit with no motherfucking hesitation |
| Cause I’m a TRU nigga (TRU nigga), a real nigga (real nigga) |
| A go getta (a go getta), and wig splitter |
| With my nigga daz, quick to blast and whoop your ass |
| And fuck a mask, leavin niggas up in a body bag |
| And L.T., lace the weed and run the motherfucking beat |
| Cause Murder and Daz run the motherfucking streets |
| Daz, they took all my money, they took my jewelry |
| They took everything |
| I don’t know what I’m a do |
| I’m broke |
| Ya know what Daz, send that hoe over here |
| Come here bitch |
| Come here, come here, come here! |
| Don’t touch my motherfucking money |
| Hoe don’t ever come on this motherfucking spot |