Here We Are/Go Killem

[Intro: Daz & (Kurupt)] Psss... yeah... It's about time served y'all bitch ass niggas Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya'll bitch ass niggas everywhere (Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 187 killin', everyday all day I'm comin out! [Daz Dillinger] Niggas you better come strapped with some tactics to get back Or get capped, the back slap, or laid flat Swift as a cheetah when them thangs comin' to greet you in the dark I won't mislead you when you seein' the sparks Dustin' off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus Can't touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckers Me and my dogg's blast with intentions, leavin' y'all missing in action Bitch ass, sorry ass bastards Heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer Cuts is ours, for all my real niggas behind bars Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife To get strikes at thirteen for takin' your life Seven tec's, I earn repect, you chin check the rep - Or die when your bitch ass step I take precaution, stalkin' these streets, flossin' and ballin' Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin' for keeps Real niggas do real thangs in this gangbang life we lead You can't hang, nigga die and bleed Murder won't stop 'til every busta and sucka drop Fuck the cops, they stop me from corruptin' the block Rocks blast the Glocks in the weed spot Stop playa hatin' what we got and clock your own knock Grindin', perfectin', and shinin' the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds Blind ya when we come up behind ya [Chorus: Daz Dillinger + (female singer)] Here we are... (here we are) And there they are... (there they are) Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*} Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*} [Daz Dillinger] My philosophy's unheard of, I choreographered the murderer My morals are show no mercy and no sorrow Fuedin' and layin' 'em down, forever ready it's hereditary Layin' 'em down dead up in the mortuary Families mourn, another life is gone Brandish your torn , forty weeks later a soldier is born Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could We back shootin' up homes and Cadillac's {*gun shot*} Don't ever ever come back, just to show me where it's at Off the rack comes the gauge - Buck sprays and AK's retaliate in a major way We in the land where it's man for man, clan for clan Simple mistakes - you'll end up dead (say what?) I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips Grip the pistol to your brain, never takin' no shit Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail Rather die makin' it happen than to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow-point shells for niggas who snitch and tell Leave they bodies with the maggots and snails C'd up, fatigued up... (Criiip!), always G'd up On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks Big dollars... (why?), I jack niggas cause I gotta My kids got enemies now because of they father [Chorus] - 2X [Daz Dillinger] Smokin', loaded, and fucked up, I ain't lucked up On some niggas who try to get bucked In the fashion, the blastin', it's hard to imagine the cash And known niggas who be actin' like bastards What do I do, but call my niggas and my crew To come do what they do, and put in work on you Semi-automatic cause static Static's inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day You want trouble? HA HA, let's bring it quick, fast And dash and blast up on they bitch ass Adios as his ass got smoked - He provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost... I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (uhh!) Cause to me and my homeboy's ya'll just some punks, haha Who really want it? Nigga, come get it Slowly but surely, homie you ain't never forget it How many times I gotta say stop fuckin' with mine Livin' the life of crime where it's do or die Y'all niggas don't really want none of this We the shit... blow your fuckin' crew to bits [Chorus] - 3X w/ variations [Outro: Daz] Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here Jump out, serve his ass {*gun shot*} Boom, give it, get on the ground!