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    Daz Dillinger / Lyrics

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    "Initiated" Lyrics

    Daz Dillinger feat. Outlawz and 2Pac

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    Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound, Biotch
    Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
    You know bitch, the whole muthafuckin' clique
    We gon' hit yo' ass up, you know where we comin' from

    Death row biotch, ha, ha, ha, ay yo, Kurupt
    You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on
    The West-side nigga, we ballers for real
    (Ridin' ride on what we be?)

    For real, I got it bought you the blue steel
    Cowards hit the panic button
    Thinkin' that it was what it wadn't
    Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme don
    With the semi auto fracture your torso to ya spine

    The back cracker smack you with
    My verbals and graphic grammar
    My verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Alabama
    Get touched by my arm and hammer

    All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
    From Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic, probable 'cause to get hit shit
    Niggas best get physically and mentally fit

    Show ya hoe, I ignore for real and I can tell
    On the DL, I got an Indecent Proposal for her
    (Biotch)
    Mashin' in a Ford Explorer, hell hound host the horror
    Escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya

    Get rocked by my midnight glock
    Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
    Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the
    Nicki Scarful comin' through the bus death
    Spreads through camps like Parvul

    Young Gotti Kurupt and C with the dope and the green weed
    Indeed I'm out to get high and supply what you need?
    Mr. Postman comin' through with all the mail, what you need?
    I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
    (Ay get yo hand out my pocket, nigga)

    I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets
    Barkin' and playas drinkin' kegs 'til y'all niggas beg Martin
    You labeled Paw nervous, no, I do this job dirty
    Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey

    Niggas ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime
    My room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
    Chairs is a hundreds for shams, I run that hole in quickies
    Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties

    Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
    I don't like movies, so I hit up the box office
    You the softest, I'm takin' ya honies, they telly pieces
    Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes

    My boys and me is poison, we don't get along equal
    Fight each other like brothers, it's all good we strong people
    More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
    Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
    For real bitch the steel clique, I bill with menaces
    Ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis

    Stupid muthafuckas outlaw immortal bitch
    Dogg Pound Thug Life, you know how we fuckin' do this shit
    You stupid muthafuckas don't get me
    Now, take a look inside my mind
    That pen' time made me rise but still I rise

    'Cause my ambitionz az a ridah like land mines
    Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
    Music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes
    I'm Makaveli, the Don, is what they tell me

    I'm armed, I'm droppin' niggas like bombs
    Get in that ass like a thong, picture a felon in ya presence
    Takin' bustas back to the Essence
    Tellin' my people peep my lethal message

    Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
    Murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow
    You can't fight it nigga let go, witness the sound made
    Ya bitch ass bow down to death row

    Mama, these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes
    Showin' up in court, fuck what you thought it's three nights
    I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
    Now we 'Amerikaz Most Wanted' feel that

    Since my only fear of death is Mama cryin' for help
    And OG Daddy wanna ride when I know
    He ain't got shit else, since I'm his only soldier
    Nobody else gonna roll for me and I know

    Without the Row and Immortal Outlaw
    (Ay K)
    I'll be forgotten for sho, plus, this Thug Life it got me livin'
    Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck
    Why they dangling, baby, all on my nuts?
    I be singling fingering bitches to fuck

    Bitches is wild niggas is lame
    I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
    Muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw
    Initiated as an outlaw, ha, ha, ha, ha
    (Yeah, muthafucka)

    Now, a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
    And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
    And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep
    Enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me

    I got to 'complish a goal, I'm out seekin' gold
    Expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough and raw
    Never fell to my knees for shit 'cause I demand shit
    With this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit

    On the streets for the sixth time in and out for the crime
    I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars and dimes
    I'm slippin' slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup?
    In the cut flossin' like a muthafucka whuttup?
    Beside all being, now tell me where ya comin' from
    That ain't where I see thangs and nigga what's the outcome

    For so many days and so many ways we been duckin' strays
    They delivers but still we some bad boy killers
    Hold the scrillas, I dump in you niggas' livers
    Then watch ya body shiver and ya mama quiver

    From the way you just got lit up
    Hit up the West-side on my way out
    Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
    From Makaveli's first day out, now y'all gettin' played out

    And laid out for public display on this day
    Y'all niggas is history 'cause the whole crew is bitch to me
    Listen to me, Idi, how many of y'all can see me?
    'Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC

    Believe me 'cause although now, I'm just a young stolider
    I'm soon to be a gun holder, initiate to the clique
    With a left to my lip, now the fight's over
    This song was submitted on February 1st, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Bruce Washington, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Katari T. Cox, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr., Tupac Amaru Shakur.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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