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