THE DAYTON FAMILY

THE DAYTON FAMILY - Killer G's lyrics

rate me

Yeah, the Dayton family in this bitch for the 9-6 fool

Know what I'm sayin DTS

and I ain't talkin about downtown security bitch

Dayton Avenue be true nigga

I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go

And when I toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow

My whole objective 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 fuck 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 motherfuck your crew

Bring weed 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 bitch 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 bitches 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 bitch don't move in inch

And I'm puttin slugs in any bitch that I even think might of flinched

Its time to bail, my since of smell is what cocaine 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 fuck 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: x4]

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 motherfuckin 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 fuckin wide

You fuckin 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 fuckin public enemy

Shakin and bakin and takin yo shit

Beatin your pussy and wreckin yo shit

Sendin you bitches 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

Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo

I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck 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

My posse pack more pumps than a motherfuckin gas station

Better watch that yea that you've been boomon in this dry town

Kickin down yo door bitch and you bitches 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

I'm fuckin 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

But ask yo motherfuckin mother he's a motherfuckin killa

[Chorus]

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