Oh No (feat. Big Tray Deee, ThaGang & J Money)

Oh, no, Murder, murder, murder

Murder, murder, murder

Busting at these **** who claim to be hard

Murder, murder, murder

Come and blast that **** Daz and act rude

Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard

Pulling your mother fucker so called's

Me, we're going back for you to say that

Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back

Knowing where you mother fuckers rest and hang at

I'm in Long Beach, where the gang bangers hang at

Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats

And asking for shit, ****, cause we're blasting

See, we're the gang, kicking just to maintain

Bang on **** for a living, busting upon the selling corners

We on them just for twelve figures

Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer

Oh no, **** just wanna get killed tonight

Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight

**** better pack your guns

Oh no, **** just want to get killed tonight

Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight

**** better pack your guns

Glocks are popping off like turbo

Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit

Money busters lyrically in motion

About to whip up a potion of  east side coasting

I'm the one they love to hate with a passion

I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it

MC's get dealt with, my microphones 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 while you say, Why, what's happening?

My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all

You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all

It's critical, I'm thinking of a master plan

Come out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions

Listen, money on a dirt mission

Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon

Oh no, **** just wanna get killed tonight

Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight

Think you better pack your guns

Oh no, **** just want to get killed tonight

Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight

Think you better pack your guns

Watch out, here I come

Battling mother fuckers till the break of dawn

Homeboy, ring the alarm

It's d-a to the z, dropping the formula

And every **** that I know in Califor-n-i-a

Dat **** Daz will come out and play

Busting on **** 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 bitches ass ****

On an open platter

Yeah, haha

Fool, what ****, you don't think I'll lay your ass laying down?

You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome

I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone

I hate fake taint, take away mother fuckers

I come up from the slums and I run mother fuckers

No other than the gang, it''s the slang and prosper

And bang us mobsters, while claiming oscars

While most **** froze, they control their coast

They be home and broke, cause they've been known to choke

Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come

But I'm a stay off one, liable to spray off some

Ammunition, I handle missions one on one

**** come on, come and get their gumbo done

I'm the cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap

A **** steps up whack, and get's a setup-tax

We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain

We're the kings in the game and things ain't to change

Oh no, **** just wanna get killed tonight

Tripping on you, the way I'm feeling tonight

**** better pack your guns

Oh no, **** just wanna get killed tonight

Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight

**** better pack your guns

Oh, no