Blowing Up The Barrio

[Daz Dillinger] Yeah, Daz Dillinger Finna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you finsta know about What we call gangsta rap This is for the niggas who was down from day one {Tray Deee} Lookie here, lookie here, you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day Tryin' to flip a fifty dollar double up to buy a bag of weed A fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the movie ass niggas To get your money man, get paid These motherfuckers is cut off welfare How we goin' eat if we don't cheat? These sons of bitches done even made a game out of young black niggas lives Striking us out from left to right With no motherfucking end in sight Fuck that!! Sell your dope Get your jack on, get your sag on Put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas Cause it's on Goddammit it's on Now where the hell you bout to go, youngster? [Techniec] Go ride nigga Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now [Tray Deee] Oh yeah motherfucker it's on [Techniec] Ay come on Bad Azz let's dip nigga, it's on now nigga [Ty Cuzz] + (Daz Dillinger) Ay ay nigga What's up nigga? (What's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word) Nigga you weren't at the meeting today, nigga (Man I take my baby to the doctor today man) What's up Nigga Nigga, Ay, We can't really talk right now though nigga (Alright) But uh, it's going down later on 9:30 nigga The big man ho nigga Be there nigga Yeah [Bad Azz ]What's up Daz Dillinger? [Daz] Shit, Bad Azz, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man Least half these punk ass.... Motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin' Blowing up the spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar [BA] Man I'm trying to have Man I ain't trying to go for shit [DD] Man you know my Glock is hot (Eastside) Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin] I'm coming through your zone ignite shit Dogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shit Cause I own all I'm 20 feet tall The biggest wall built fuck around and get killed Get shook For trying to sneak a peak in my book Comatose overdose the thoughts when he look The forbidden The hidden zone that I'm hitting Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat slittin' My right front palm So I only got two choices loc; either blast or bomb Vietnam I bring the pain rains no sleet or hail Execution style as the shells from the heat fell Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies That's what the fuck you get for tryna' try to play with my money It's nothing but the Dogg Pound Gangstas Mashes, verbal disasters, .38 stashes Verse Two: [Tray Deee] I arise in disguise and surprise that ass What you thought you caught me short, I'mma ride and blast With the cannon We landing shit all up in your knots When niggas drop, then they stop with the planning and plots Got a stock on my gauge With notches of braid Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First rule, dead fools can't come after me I master free Styles of catastrophe Ask for G A nigga best to answer me My rep Long as the Beach that I represent Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this Verse Three: [Daz Dillinger] Now oh yeah Tray Deee I mean I seen the whole plot Be on alert, they get shot Anywhere under that nigga caught So drop the microphone on my own I shown to blown Away faulty MC's with the smudge or a chrome I take the fame Down on my own lyrical name When the seasons change When the storms and hurricanes Why strain? Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise On stage I get nice Skatin' on mics like ice Twice in the day I get drunk Smother punks with a plastic bag Sack in the truck Because they rhymes is glam My shit bump like the doctor Coming through Bouncin' with the droptop Like gangstas chillin on the block Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like Capone When shit get thick for my clique Forty-fives and nines Three-eighties and automatics Slithering, coming through for you And your boys with some static I got to have it lovin' thrill of the drama Enthusing me to gets mine on with the slaughter I ought to be known as Daz Dillinger For the shit that I'm known for A Dogg Pound criminal Verse Four: [Soopafly] Now if the spot's hot I hit the switch make the top drop Don't stop It's Soopafly with the sho shot Won't stop I got ya whole shit took Look and listen I rendition the rhymes with precision You can't faze me, amaze me I blaze like a saddle It's Dogg Pound Ganstas hovering like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make it stick I never met a motherfucker who can fade my clique You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve You'll try to step to my wild style superb Adjectives and verbs Action packed with the words I'll make it stop The jaws drop and observe I serve the block with Kurupt, Daz, Style, and Tray Deee We be coming with the shit That be the bomb baby And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta won't knock you to the floor Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know Verse Five: [Bad Azz] Now I know you, know you Stupid as fuck I bust like a sawed off pump Double barrel on 'em Black gambinos at casinos Get De Niro on 'em If I want 'em I'm goin' get 'em If I gotta shot a nine Twice, that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty Don't try to test a rider Tempt me, simply Bust, hot lead inside ya Find ya Dead or fighting for your life With your last few Live with hot lead from gun blast Outlaws, outcast Low lifes outlast Long Beach niggas blast Yeah them Eastsidas ride The most, the coast The west, the best Weed and bitches Sippin', hittin' switches Dippin' hittin' up in niggas Itchy fingers on triggers Itty, bitty niggas Ready for war We kick down your door Draw heat and Lay everybody down on the floor Verse Six: [Techniec] It's the same thing, different places With snakes, cowards and strong-arm robbery cases Niggas faces On paper chases It was seen, it was written It ain't forbidden For homies to be splittin Disagreeing on what was hittin Knowing what occurs The many obstacles, impressions to defeat from gettin' served Growing up is rough Your name hits the streets, it gets tough You can get scuffed and stuffed Then I guess you had enough Overbearing primes is sequential It ain't coincidental that I keeps it stored in my mental My eyes is for seein', so I watch Bodies and plots Run the plots Call the shots for your knots Nigga grips That's why I keeps my dip in progress Cause bodies of weed tryin' to defeat the progress I just ain't the one for the mischief ya hear Young Josey sees Who I got a mission to hit And constantly flips scripts Outta wall revolves fast talkin' And quick draws How the problems is solved I want it all (I want it all) But it's movin' too slow I'm out to blow I don't know which way to go Was on the right path I thought When I do dirt and worry about getting caught ("getting caught" echoes)