Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Many?, artist - Daz Dillinger. Date of issue: 30.04.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How Many? |
| Huh, Ride ride, ride ride, ride, gangstas |
| We ride, fuck these niggas Daz, fuck 'em |
| Bust a bitch nigga |
| Please believe that |
| Motherfuckers wanna come through my block, shoot up and serve they rocks |
| Uh uh, here we come nigga to shut down your block |
| Recognize when the nine go pop, that’s when they homeboys drop |
| With a plastic Glock made his body lay cold, 12 shots |
| Nigga tell me what it is, y’all done lost it and forgot |
| Did I run this motherfucker from the bottom to top |
| We blast and dash with cops because we just don’t give a fuck |
| When you see me nigga, better hide and duck |
| With double sight in broad daylight, better stay tight, better pray right |
| Watch after midnight, nigga better try to get right |
| Cuz we on a mission all out hunt, smoking hunts |
| Dip with the potion, motherfuckers acting ferocious |
| It’s like a force I can’t control it, you see it in mine |
| That’s when you get burn and you learn, stop fucking with mine (buck, buck, |
| buck) |
| We intervene and puff green, loaded and high |
| Cuz tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, some niggas gone die |
| How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight |
| How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight |
| Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga |
| How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight |
| Not you, not you, not you |
| We never gave a fuck, so what the fuck we gone start? |
| Snatching arms off, bust and puncture your heart |
| Don’t trip homie, I ain’t get 'em yet |
| I’m a penal system vet, off of cigarettes |
| A mushroom high, get 'em back now sherm right out the bucket, fuck it |
| Pull it out and pass it around and boom boom up and down |
| Never knew such a thing could happen |
| Fucking pistol whipping you and g nigga go head up wit me, let’s start scrapping |
| I’m tiny as fuck, never bow down to nann nigga |
| Beware nigga, all gangstas over here nigga |
| I’m tired of these ho’s, I’m a let you niggas know |
| The ho you love nigga gotta hell-a-fide blow |
| Listen Bitch, all you’ll ever be is a bitch |
| All you’ll ever be to me is a bitch |
| Can’t help it but I keep my mind right nigga |
| The poltergeist nigga |
| Once or twice, twice as nice pulling a heist nigga |
| Never gave a fuck and I don’t ever think I will |
| I’m quick to pull out the Glock and pop like pills |
| How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight |
| How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight |
| Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga |
| How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight |
| How many real motherfuckers down to die tonight |
| Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga |
| I wake up early in the morning with the urge to catch you slippin' |
| If your bloodin' and crippin' nigga your done for and finished |
| Been in it since the beginning, peeling niggas caps back |
| On the for realla my nigga cuz it’s like that |
| Girl it ain’t but play to bone, we make a living jacking niggas |
| 16, 15, and 7 figga niggas (all y’all bitches) |
| Beware, 101, Get your gun |
| And prepare, to get done, blast and run |
| That’s right, that’s right, pull it out let the bullets fly |
| Pull it back and fly high |
| And fuck the rest, aim and life and live |
| Till everything in this motherfucker get hit and burned to a crisp |
| You heard it right, murder, tonight, today |
| See everyone in every way |
| Calypso, unloading a clip though on you ho’s |
| Blazin' up the crip though pictures get painted like Vangoh, I wanna know |
| How many niggas down to ride with a nig' tonight |
| How many real motherfuckers in the house tonight |
| Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga |
| How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight |
| How many real motherfuckers down to die tonight |
| Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga |