Daz dillinger retaliation revenge get back lyrics

(daz talking)



I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy,



Get your sharp sticks!



Were going to la la land



(hahaha)were going to the moon



Were going to serve these motherfuckers tonight



Boy you got your shit? 



Bitch ass nigga!



You want static!? 



Yo! go get the homeboys!



We got a meeting at the park, dont be late!











They say the streets aint safe no more



For us youngsters,



Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta



Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply



Many hood stories told, we analyze



See we bang for this colour and only this colour



Kill any colour, that aint our colour



Get it in your head whats done whats done said



Embalmed on the wall for all my homies thats dead



I cant forget you homie



Drinkin and smoking because Im lonely



Blastin all these motherfuckers cause they phony











My heart flooded with anger



Deep inside, but who cares



Life is dead, we banging like soldiers



So beware if you scared



Then we torture the ? ? ? ? 



For what the fuck you done done



Jump across these niggas so now the war is on



We rob, strapped busting until they all drop



Shit, we actually blowing your bitch ass off the block



So keep your glock clocked sucker!



For when I come through



Dump around something now your homies is nothing



20 seconds til death,



Weed, alcohol on my breath



You looking for your fucking homies



Aint none left!



Hangin out with my niggas, real street niggas



They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers



Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life



Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite



Intoxication, aint feeling that you can feel



When the cops drive by suddenly



And they was out to kill







(daz talking)



Yeah, tell your homeboy that!



Dead on sight!



Everytime we see yall bitch ass







Now Im shot!



Barely made it!



Killed four of my homies, its gang-related



Now whats next for us, we load up



But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the fuck!







(daz talking)



Yeah, when I get wet, theyre aint nothing I wont do



So intoxicate your mind to something new



Always remeber



Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back







Im in the world on my own



I will roam I gotta stay strong



My motto "you fuck with us, you fucking get domed"



Two days later niggas come back and sprayed us



Retaliation and get back this time just to face it



We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep



Blowing niggas ? ? ? ? hollering east side! long beach!!



My feud aint with them other niggas!



Its with you



Got a gauge to your head nigga what you goin do? 



Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching



Reaching to our destination so we can kick it



Nobody knows and we wont get caught



Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block



I thought you knew! but now you know!



Dont ever ever come around no more!



And whys that? and why not? 



Cause its my money and I mash for my block!







(yelling and swearing)











The gang! daz dillenger!



Taking all yall bitch ass niggas the fuck out!



You better watch out!



Cuz here we come, come,



We goin getcha getcha



We going getch getcha



We going getch getcha



We aint finshed finished



We goin getcha getcha



We going getch getcha



We going getch getcha



Before the automatic hitsya hitsya



We goin getcha getcha



We going getch getcha



We going getch getcha