Dame-One

Dame - One (feat. H.O.T. Ones) [Don] Niggas want WHAT!!!, what you want now Operation Lock, shut niggas down Nothin to gain, niggas want war with my gang I'm gunnin them thangs, have you slumped up in a Range How do you die, once I swing the iron at ya'll My riders'll swarm, Don be the eye of the storm 'Cause when it's my flow ya heart froze poppo Expose the 4 grip apart though, you not know F**k with my dough, kick in your door, 20 Roscoe You think it's a game, Hot Ones'll burn you in flames Got little hands but hold the gat with ease Aint much to adjust, pull back and squeeze Flame-On, Chandon, never get it mixed kid Shots from the cannon'll leave a ni**a twisted One phone call, cats is done for You want war, see 4-4 with the pump saw [Chorus] Floss, One, Don Let me get 'em, get 'em Floss, One, Don Let me get 'em, get 'em Floss, One, Don Let me get 'em, get 'em Floss, One, Don Let me get 'em, get 'em Now who we be (fly niggas) Who we be (fly niggas) Who we be (fly niggas) Who we be (fly niggas) What!!! [Floss] Who the f**k is ya'll niggas, no name niggas Live off the strip with ya man, 4 main niggas Is ya'll insane niggas, tryin to rule the streets now I'd be wrong if I cocked back, two of your peeps down Fall asleep now, I got killas on a pay roll Staight four from the trey-eight-o, kay bro Hot Ones is well connected like cable It's hectic when the Tec spit Don't move, you catch it Get in beef with me now, your peeps'll be found F**k beatin down, he havem' meetin the ground In front of his door step, been waitin all night F**k black, I'm comin to kill him in all white Cocked hammer, blow five at him on sight If not hit him, I'm droppin my gun and we gon' fight Get a brick, flip a brick, go plat, sh*t is sick Rather rap game or crack game, Floss ridiculous [Chorus] [One] Raised up in stories, Cristal and gators Ecaped through the block now, love us or you hate us Rappers get shot down, whole lotta haters CDs or tapes the only way to play us Girls, they'll talk that he say, she say Freshed up, more kicks than Eastbay We stay, breakin 70 always on the freeway But the cops say boy take it easy My name is One, I'm tryin to lock the game Uhhh, a lot of haters tryin to block the game Uhhh, too hot, can't stop the game Used to be in the streets and pack pain Ay yo, stop One, but I can't son Smoke branson, three young niggas tryin to blow like Hanson Fitted to the back, red and blue band son Some cats can't stand him But damn them [Chorus x2]