ฟังเพลงWe Do This Fa Passion (Explicit)

We Do This Passion - Daz Dilly

You see my homies is killas

(Kill kill kill murder murder murder murder)

(Kill kill kill murder murder murder murder)

(Kill kill kill murder murder murder murder)

See if you come my way I roll with tec-9's AK's

Murder machines for where I hang and stay

Obey the laws of the street 'fore yo' b**ch a** get beat

And I'm hoein' and I'm only out to rob and cheat

Get your pistols and rags ni**a prepare to blast

It ain't no questions or discussion get the d**e and the cash

We came up quick plottin' on real b**ch sh*t

Three-hundred and fifty G's three niggaz was split

Flippin' and servin' chickens

Any dirty work I was down with it

A true soldier and I stay committed

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'

And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin'

Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast

I guess the war's on get your soldiers and let's go to war

Put in work Death Row even the score

Mini machine guns grenades and forty-fives

We crazy in the land where it's hard to survive

Catchin' niggaz slippin' if you're Bloodin' or Crippin'

On a mission blastin' niggaz if you all wit it

You see we bang for a livin' use the gun

Drugs and prison niggaz doin' hella time

Roll with these scandalous niggaz

Back looped out smoked out

Hit another one I'm bombed out smoked out

So we load and swerve in the glass house and we roll the street

My brand niggaz run up on you so we pull up the heat

I said "What's up " he replied with the wrong set

It's my duty and my job to put this ni**a to rest

Boom boom shots from the tec rain out

Another wrong ni**a dead that's what I'm talkin' about

Niggaz yell my name out and say they gon' kill me

I ain't worried 'bout a thang y'all niggaz can't kill me

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'

And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin'

Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast

I kick off the war with a calibur fo'- fo'

Knockin' down doors and niggaz wonder what I came for

Jumpin' out of buckets dumpin' on them brand motherf**kers

Who claim for the fame puttin' somethin' up in you bustas

Looped out feelin' good no doubt

With a tec ready to put some motherf**kin' heads out

Servin' fools pull around the corner

Slow down and jump out to show you what I'm all about

I'm yellin' "F**k you ni**a " and I hope you die

Showin' y'all niggaz how real gangstas ride

Come up workin' for birds early busta young died early

Ridin' dirty with a gauge underage

Had to drop off the pump that's when the real sh*t start

Y'all b**ch a** niggaz ain't got heart y'all cowards

We give it up inject pain on niggaz and conversate with the trigger

Blast escape then get to dippin'

Set trippin's like an everyday thang where we hang

Still Tha Gang where we blast to maintain at close range

AK's 357's and tec's - all kind of sh*t

Catch you niggaz slippin' because we Crippin' on the set

Willin' looped out your homie just got out

Dogg Pound 'bout to take you niggaz out

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

(You see my homies is killas)

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion