Oh No lyrics

by

2Pac


[Intro: Daz Dillinger]
Oh no! Murder, murder, murder...
Busting at these n*ggas who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder...

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Come and blast and Dat n*gga Daz will act rude
Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your motherf*cker's hoe cards
Me, we're going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle, let the 9 rattle with pay back
Knowing where you motherf*ckers rest and hang at
I'm in Long Beach, where the gangbangers hang at
Don't want no static, don't panic, we're packing cannons
Ain't asking for sh*t, n*gga, cause we're blasting
See, we're The Gang, kicking dust to maintain
Bang on n*ggas for a living, busting on police and opponents
Be on 'em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and b*tches, to get me richer

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
Oh no, n*ggas just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
n*ggas better pack you guns
Oh no, n*ggas just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
n*ggas better pack you guns

[Verse 2: J-Money]
Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo sh*t
Money bust;s, is lyrically in motion
About to whip up a potion,, the East Side coastin'
I'm the one they love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blastin
MC's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I'm packing a rap firing squad what's happening?
My mind is going deep, like Money mystical and all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, I'm thinking of a masterplan
Come up out your sh*t man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, Money's on a dirt mission
Creeping through the night, beanie tight, Armageddon
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
Oh no, n*ggas just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
n*ggas better pack you guns
Oh no, n*ggas just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
n*ggas better pack you guns

[Verse 3: Daz Dillinger]
Watch out, here I come
Battling motherf*ckers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm
It's D-A to the Z, dropping the formula
And every n*gga that I know in Californ-i-a
Dat n*gga Daz will come out and play
Busting on n*ggas with an AK
So any given day you want some
Come and get some, you don't want none
Why do we bang?
Why do we bang for a living? We just don't know
Now it's time to serve y'all b*tch ass n*ggas on an open platter
Yeah, haha
Oh, what n*gga, you don't think i'll lay your ass down?

[Verse 4: Tray Deee]
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone
I hate fake, can't take away motherf*ckers
I come up from the slums and I run, motherf*ckers
No other than The Gang, is to slang and prosper
And bang as mobsters, while claming Oscars
While most n*ggas boast they control they coast
They be old and broke, cause they've been known to choke
Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But I'ma stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle missions one on one
n*ggas, come on, come and get they gumbo done
I'm the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap
A n*gga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're The Gang, and we're mash and blast to maintain
We done came in the game and things aim to change
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
Oh no, n*ggas just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
n*ggas better pack you guns
Oh no, n*ggas just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
n*ggas better pack you guns

[Outro: Daz Dillinger]
Oh no...
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