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daz dillinger - why oh why lyrics

this n-gga to give it all to me with the cut

get the door

yo whats up? what you need?
hmm? yeah
i’m out

hop in the ‘6-3 chevy, countin boutin the heat
scapin through the streets with my n-ggas bumpin’ h-llafied beats
see us, n-ggas play for keeps, k!ll the strong and the weak
from the eastside of long beach, that’s 2-1 street
see we, live and die by the gun and the knife
and i, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
ha ha, stackin’ hundreds, we kept the drugs and hoes comin’ (come on)
young gunnin’, tortured, no need to be punished (yeah)
all we have of the system is big cabbage
lifestyles is lavish, livin’ my life from dallas
it was a challenge, livin’ my life like a savage
to have or to not to have it or n0body can have it
un-touch-able, inde-struct-able
get in my way and we’re dustin you
as a kid this the type of sh-t that we dreamed of
money, cars, b-tches and drugs
i prevail, the crack sales then got in jail
couldn’t post bail now my home is livin’ in a cell
thirty years with no parole as i grow old
you won’t see me on the streets til i’m 60 years old

why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
it’s only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
it’s only for the money
it’s just the gangsta life we live
why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
it’s only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
it’s only for the money
it’s just the gangsta life we live

it’s the a, team, operation regime
money and dreams got me hooked with schemes
from the time square walk to america’s best
long beach is the spot, got a lot of respect
’cause i’m a vet, regulate and never hesitate
i stay hungry so fill my plate
i’m just a young black n-gga tryin’ to flip an end
five year probation, n-gga f-ck the pen
what up, uncle kev doin’ eight upstate
i heard you’re benchin ten plates, knockin’ out inmates
it’s just a way of life, n-gga shootin’ the dice
now you hit all cr-ps, now you payin’ the price
livin’ the thuggish life

g, dove, we, mob
k!llin’ all y’all, that is our job
and if you thought it was the gang then you hit it on the kn-b
slide and flip like cocoa bricks, takin’ your 6
and leavin’ it on the side of the freeway on bricks
schitzomanic, automatic, schizophrenic, six
it’s just a psychosomatic, original
dogg pound criminal, ya ever heard of me?
kurupt, young gotti, motherf-cker d-p
why is life f-cked up? toe-up
scr-pin’ from the flo’ up to the ceilin’, the fo’s bust
for my children to grow
we live to let go, n-gga

- daz dillinger lyrics

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