Yeah, the Dayton family in this bitch for the 9-6 fool
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Know what I'm sayin DTS
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and I ain't talkin about downtown security bitch
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Dayton Avenue be true nigga
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I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go
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And when I toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
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My whole objective in this game is kill and show no pain
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Get a fool for his chains
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and raise more throws and blows than Dana Dane
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I'm always strappin on the jackin for your chains I'm droolin
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And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin
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Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit
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Come in the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks
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Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ??? so motherfuck your crew
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Bring weed I smoke and sell more coke than Coca-Cola do
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I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
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How you lookin like Emmitt Smith, runnin back to get your boys
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Its do or die and bitch believe me I'm not tryin to go
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Many men have tried and failed, but those that failed can come no more
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I pledge allegiance to the flag, but there ain't no stars or stripes
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Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack pipes
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A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake
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To much to count, I stack amount ain't nothin about me fake
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Nobody move nobody die so bitch don't move in inch
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And I'm puttin slugs in any bitch that I even think might of flinched
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Its time to bail, my since of smell is what cocaine intices
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Bail with Joe ?Staley? tried to ban me cause of high yea yo prices
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And on that note, I quote I'm deep and I'll stick yo mama up
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He got ten G's and an eigth in the safe, niggas you know what's up
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?? fools arousin for them thousands and that yea yo stash
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Drunk off that whiskey fuck John ?Cisk?, I'm fittin to rob his ass
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When shit gets tight, like Barry White I practice what I preach
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Little shorties wanna be down like Brandy when they hear me speak
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The B double O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-R-A-P
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C-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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D-O-to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E a killa
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(G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killa)
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F-L-I-N-T don't wanna see another killer G
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(G's, these are motherfuckin killas)
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He's a killa off Dayton Avenue, he's quick to point that glock at you
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I catch you and I dead you, I got you if I shot at you
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Runnin for your life again, a victim of a homicide
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I'm down for pumpin your chest, open your chest real fuckin wide
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You fuckin with a murderer, Caddie Coup burglar
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sweep you off your Dana's, when you see me I'l be serving a
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Ziggy zag, 44 mag fuckin public enemy
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Shakin and bakin and takin yo shit
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Beatin your pussy and wreckin yo shit
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Sendin you bitches up on yo way, that's the way face the ray
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Diggen them as they body lay, pickin them with this oozie spray
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Gats and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to believe I gets the loot
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Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo
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I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck around and trip
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Three killas in the hood, got yo goods, pilled yo cap and dip
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Gotta ?? on my way on this set is like initiation
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My posse pack more pumps than a motherfuckin gas station
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Better watch that yea that you've been boomon in this dry town
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Kickin down yo door bitch and you bitches best to lie down
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a skitzofranic that's makin you panic when I pull this gage
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I do more licks and throw more kicks, than Johnny Cage
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I'm fuckin what you been talkin, you've been walkin
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stalkin like a hawk and
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trigger be triggin when I click it cause my pain ain't stickin
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Its do or die we multiply on the for reala
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But ask yo motherfuckin mother he's a motherfuckin killa
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Chorus
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Killer G's
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Dayton Family |