Daz Dillinger The Ultimate Come Up Lyrics

(feat. MC Eight & Bad a__)

Yeah, what's up n____?
Turn it down n____, what's going on over there, n____?
d___, that looks like the homeboy (what?)
That n____'s grabbing!
Oh s___, there's probably some crazy s___ going down in the hood
f___ what these n____z are doing, get that thing man!
What's up n____? That's my spot, I'm taking over the spot
*gunshot* Lay down n____, Watch out!
I'ma tie these n____z up, Bad A$$ on the ride n____, that's right
Funny a__ n____z, yeah, uh huh. b____ a__ n____z

Daz:
I see my n____z on the corner to the 25 deep
All hustlers, all killers, all raised in the street
Make sure my heat is in my stash spot
Gotta watch for my homies and feening for my stacks of rocks
Watch out for these shells and undercovers (why?)
They're out to get a m_________er
Stop this g_______ing and cocaine, it's some m_________ers
n____z run up if you want two and watch you get floored
Get my pistol because I just can't take no more
I get the gun and then get to running, just like b____es
Bail out before the cops come, I can't go to prison
Still dealing and wheeling, on the curb I smoke earth
Hitting California, n____, 'cause you heard the word
It's going down, enemy alert so get your weapon
Blast three people, step and gunning for more and keep on bailing (say
what?)

Get down, get in, get up
Get your money it's the ultimate come up (that's right)
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
f___ around with this and you might be a goner (yeah)

Get down, get in, get up
Get your money it's the ultimate come up (that's right)
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
Try to sell your dope and you might be a goner

Bad A$$:
I don't f___ with no beats that don't b__p, so sounds echo
Let you stand in my shoes, I loose, so I don't let go
Check yo b____, not the pimp, n____z gained and slipped
Way below the smarts and just free slaves if you'se a mark
Might be mad, but n____, just be hate
And let the heaven send riders ride, because it's the end
Beg forgiveness for all your sins, and hope he lets us in
Until then, live your life to fullest man, get your issues
s_____ money, catch money, attach the money
Keep 'em with your fishes, riches
Laying up with b____es holds a n____ back
Greedy a__holes only wanna hold a n____'s stack
You'll fall, sure, bounce back, hit a jack, get a sack
Told the corner I used to work on "I'm back"
For you can slang out your sack, and get away and feel right
Black and white, crack down them sirens and lights...

Daz:
But all night we get down, get in, get up
Get your money it's the ultimate come up
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
f___ around with this and you might be a goner, n____

Get down, get in, get up
Get your money it's the ultimate come up
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
Wear the wrong type of colors and you might be a goner, n____

MC Eiht:
Get in where I fit in, like Too $hort
Dip in, in a (???) Six Black Supersport
Automatic nines I took, Colombian neck tie
Whatever's the death threat, it's still do or die
Don't ask why, sipping on (???)
For Christie, you catching the blues like Misty
Me and my n____ Daz for the cash to any degree
Chase to, not the molester, the one who gets the cheese
Got it coming from oversees
Blunt your whole neighborhood, so n____ please
Better be nervous 'cause my finger's ready to squeeze, and that's no joke
Gang of cash in my stash, with b____es to poke
No one can do it better (no one can do it better), haha
Your chest is getting wetter (your chest is getting wetter)
I be the piper, run all the reps out of town
The spot's taking over, click click, nice to know ya (for sure)

Daz:
We get down, get in, get up
Get your money, n____, the ultimate come up (yeah)
It's slanging and banging upon my corner
f___ around with this and you might be a goner, n____

Get down, get in, get up
Get your money, n____, the ultimate come up (yeah)
It's slanging and banging upon my corner (right)
f___ around with this and you might be a goner, n____

Daz, Bad A$$, MC Eiht:
Chop it up n____, yeah
Straight from the m_________ing streets of the ghetto (West Side)
If you're out there selling your s___ (yeah), stand up
Get your rifle n____, get your money n____
Get your money n____, lay low, lay low
Lay low n____ (that's right)
I gives a f___, I don't give a f___, let's ride
Yeah (West Side), I don't give a f___
Yeah, we don't give a f___
My n____ Daz in the house, Eiht in the house, yeah

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