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"Here We Are/Go Killem" is a track by Tha Dogg Pound, from the album Dillinger & Young Gotti, released 1st May 2001. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Daz & Kurupt] Yeah, it's about time I serve y'all bitch ass niggas You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of y'all bitch ass niggas everywhere Yeah, nigga, Daz and Kurupt 187 killa, every day all day I'm coming after you [Verse 1: Daz] Niggas you better you come strapped with some tactics to get back Or get capped or back slapped, or laid flat Swift as a cheetah when them thangs coming to greet ya In the dark, I won't mislead ya when you're seeing a spark Dustin' off-brand muthafuckas who start ruckus Can't touch us, me and homie reply with fuckers Me and my Doggs blast with intentions, leaving y'all missing in action Bitch ass, sorry ass bastards Heartless as a coward, I was born to devour 'Cause it's ours, for all my real niggas behind bars Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife They get stripes at 13 for taking your life Seven TECs, I earn respect, get chin checked and wrecked Or die when your bitch ass step I take precaution, stalking these streets, flossing and ballin' Keep your hand on your heat, 'cause we playing for keeps Real niggas do real things in this gangbang life we lead You can't hang, nigga, die and bleed Murder won't stop 'til every busta and sucka drop Fuck the cops, won't stop me from corrupting the block Rocks blast the Glocks in the weed spot Stop player hating what we got and clock your own knot Grindin' perfected and shining in 58 karats of diamonds Blind ya when we come up behind ya [Chorus: Daz] Here we are (here we are) And there they are (there they are) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Here we are (here we are) And there they are (there they are) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) [Verse 2: Daz] My philosophy's unheard, I choreographered the murder, my morals I show no mercy or no sorrow Feudin' and layin' 'em down, forever ready, it's hereditary Layin' 'em down, dead up in the mortuary Families mourn, another life is gone Brandish and torn, 40 weeks later, a soldier is born Then bomb your neighborhood to let me know if you could Be a G that you claim to be, let me know if you could We back shooting up homes and Cadillacs Don't ever ever come back just to show me where it's at Off the rack comes the gauge Bug sprays and AK's retaliate in a major way We in the land where it's man for man, clan for clan Simple mistakes, you end up dead I ride with Crips and dip and dab for the chips Grip the pistol to your brain, never taking no shit Whether heaven or hell, I gots to prevail Rather die making it happen than to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow point shells for niggas who snitch and tell Leave their bodies with the maggots and snails C'd up, fatigued up, always G'd up On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks Big dollars, I jack niggas 'cause I gotta My kids got enemies now because of their father [Chorus: Daz] Here we are (here we are) And there they are (there they are) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Here we are (here we are) And there they are (there they are) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) [Verse 3: Daz] Smoke unloaded and fucked up, I lucked up On some niggas who try to get bucked In a fashion of blastin', it's hard to imagine And cash in on niggas who be actin' like bastards What do I do but call my niggas and crew To come do what they do and put in work on you Semi-automatic cause static to static An addict of a gun play, like every day all day You want drama? Haha, let's bring it quick fast And Daz'll blast upon they bitch ass Adios as his ass got smoked Tthey provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt 'Cause to me and my homeboys, y'all just some punks, haha Who really want it? Nigga, come get it Slowly but surely, homie, you will never forget it How many times I gotta say stop fuckin' with mine? Livin' a life of crime where it's do or die Y'all niggas don't really want none of this We the shit, blow your fuckin' crew to bits [Chorus: Daz] Here we are (here we are) And there they are (there they are) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Here we are (here we are) And there they are (there they are) Go kill'em kill 'em kill'em (*shot*) Go kill 'em kill'em kill 'em (*shot*) Here we are (here we are) And there they are (there they are) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) Go hey-ya hey-ya hey-ya (*shot*) (Here we are, there they are Kill'em kill 'em kill'em, kill'em kill 'em kill'em)
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