D.P.G Here We AreGo Killem lyrics

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Here We Arego Killem by D.p.g Here We AreGo Killem lyrics [Daz](Kurupt) Psss.. yeah.. It's about time y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this.. shit) Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere (Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, everyday all day I'm comin out! [Daz] Nigga cause you better come strapped wit some tec's to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark I want my snija when you singin the sparks Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's For all my real niggaz behind bars Scared for life, from the blade of a knife The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest or die when your bitch ass death I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead You can't hang, nigga die and bleed Murder won't stop 'til every buster and sucker drop Fuck the cops, stop me from corruptin the block Rocks pass the glocks in the weed spot Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die Blind ya when we comin from behind [Chorus: male singer + female singer] Here we are (here we are) and there they are (there they are) Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*} Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*} [Chorus] [Daz] (?)'s a herb, call the choreographer the murderer Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary Death is more, another life is gone Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*} Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays and A.K. retaliates in a major way! We're in the land where it's banned from man Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?) I roll with Crips (?) for the chips Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no shit Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow-point shells but nigga, you snitch and tell leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!) Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up On a mission for tuition, I need bucks Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh) [Chorus] - 2X [Daz] Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up On some niggaz who try to get buck In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like bastards What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come do what they do, and put they work on you See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play Like everyday, all day You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan and Daz you blast, so donate bitch ass Adios as his ass got smoked and fucked the wrong nigga now his ass is goast I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!) To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha Who really want it? Nigga come get it Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine Livin the life of crime where it's do or die Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this We the shit, but ya fucked ya crew, bitch! [Chorus] - 3X w/ variations [Daz] {*w/ female singer singing in background*} Kill 'em, kill 'em Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here Choke out (?) {*gun shot*} PLO! KILL 'EM!...


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