Daz Dillinger - We Do This Pa**ion! lyrics

You see my homies is k**as.. (k**, k**, k**, murder, murder, murder, murder) (k**, k**, k**, murder, murder, murder, murder) (k**, k**, k**, 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**h a** get beat And I'm hoein' and I'm only out to rob and cheat Get your pistols and rags, n***a prepare to blast It ain't no questions or discussion, get the dope and the cash We came up quick, plottin' on real b**h sh** Three-hundred and fifty G's, three n***az 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 k**as and we do this for pa**ion 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 d**h Row - even the score Mini machine guns, grenades, and forty-fives We crazy in the land where it's hard to survive Catchin' n***az slippin' if you're Bloodin' or Crippin' On a mission blastin' n***az if you all wit it You see we bang for a livin', use the gun Drugs and prison, n***az doin' hella time Roll with these scandalous n***az Back looped out, smoked out Hit another one, I'm bombed out, smoked out So we load and swerve in the gla** house and we roll the street My brand n***az 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***a to rest Boom, boom - shots from the tec rain out Another wrong n***a dead, that's what I'm talkin' about n***az yell my name out and say they gon' k** me I ain't worried 'bout a thang, y'all n***az can't k** me! [Chorus] You see my homies is k**as and we do this for pa**ion 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***az wonder what I came for Jumpin' out of buckets, dumpin' on them brand motherf**ers Who claim for the fame, puttin' somethin' up in you bustas Looped out, feelin' good no doubt With a tec ready to put some motherf**in' 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***a!" and I hope you die Showin' y'all n***az 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 sh** start Y'all b**h a** n***az ain't got heart, y'all cowards We give it up, inject pain on n***az 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 sh** Catch you n***az slippin' because we Crippin' on the set Willin', looped out, your homie just got out Dogg Pound 'bout to take you n***az out [Chorus] You see my homies is k**as and we do this for pa**ion (You see my homies is k**as) You see my homies is k**as and we do this for pa**ion You see my homies is k**as and we do this for pa**ion You see my homies is k**as and we do this for pa**ion You see my homies is k**as and we do this for pa**ion You see my homies is k**as and we do this for pa**ion You see my homies is k**as and we do this for pa**ion