We Do This Passion!
Daz Dillinger Lyrics


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You see my homies is killas..
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)
(Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder, murder)..

[Daz Dillinger]
See if you come my way, I roll with tec-9's, AK's
Murder machines, for where I hang and stay
Obey the laws of the street, 'fore yo' bitch ass get beat
And I'm hoein' and I'm only out to rob and cheat
Get your pistols and rags, nigga prepare to blast
It ain't no questions or discussion, get the dope and the cash
We came up quick, plottin' on real bitch shit
Three-hundred and fifty G's, three niggaz was split
Flippin' and servin' chickens
Any dirty work - I was down with it
A true soldier and I stay committed

[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'
And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin'
Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast

[Daz Dillinger]
I guess the war's on, get your soldiers and let's go to war
Put in work Death Row - even the score
Mini machine guns, grenades, and forty-fives
We crazy in the land where it's hard to survive
Catchin' niggaz slippin' if you're Bloodin' or Crippin'
On a mission blastin' niggaz if you all wit it
You see we bang for a livin', use the gun
Drugs and prison, niggaz doin' hella time
Roll with these scandalous niggaz
Back looped out, smoked out
Hit another one, I'm bombed out, smoked out
So we load and swerve in the glass house and we roll the street
My brand niggaz run up on you so we pull up the heat
I said "What's up?"... he replied with the wrong set
It's my duty and my job to put this nigga to rest
Boom, boom - shots from the tec rain out
Another wrong nigga dead, that's what I'm talkin' about
Niggaz yell my name out and say they gon' kill me
I ain't worried 'bout a thang, y'all niggaz can't kill me!

[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'
And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin'
Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast

[Daz Dillinger]
I kick off the war, with a calibur fo'- fo'
Knockin' down doors and niggaz wonder what I came for
Jumpin' out of buckets, dumpin' on them brand motherfuckers
Who claim for the fame, puttin' somethin' up in you bustas
Looped out, feelin' good no doubt
With a tec ready to put some motherfuckin' heads out
Servin' fools, pull around the corner
Slow down and jump out, to show you what I'm all about
I'm yellin' "Fuck you nigga!" and I hope you die
Showin' y'all niggaz how real gangstas ride
Come up workin' for birds early, busta young died early
Ridin' dirty with a gauge underage
Had to drop off the pump, that's when the real shit start
Y'all bitch ass niggaz ain't got heart, y'all cowards
We give it up, inject pain on niggaz and conversate with the trigger
Blast, escape, then get to dippin'
Set trippin's like an everyday thang, where we hang
Still Tha Gang, where we blast to maintain at close range
AK's, 357's, and tec's - all kind of shit
Catch you niggaz slippin' because we Crippin' on the set
Willin', looped out, your homie just got out
Dogg Pound 'bout to take you niggaz out

[Chorus]
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
(You see my homies is killas)
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion




You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion
You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Daz Dillinger's song We Do This Passion! reflect gang culture and the glorification of violence, the use of drugs, and the pursuit of wealth, all seen as essential to maintain street credibility. In the first verse, Daz emphasizes that his crew is made up of killers and that anyone who tries to cross them will be met with extreme violence. He also speaks about his disregard for laws and morals and his desire to rob and cheat. The chorus reinforces the idea that Daz and his homies are killers who will shoot first and not ask questions later.


In the second verse, Daz describes the gang warfare that he and his crew are a part of. He speaks about the weapons they use, the blood they spill, and the thrill of the hunt. He also portrays his enemies as weak and cowardly, emphasizing the superiority and fearlessness of his own gang. The final verse reveals that Daz is willing to sacrifice anything, even his own life, to maintain his gang's dominance and reputation.


Overall, the lyrics to We Do This Passion! paint a picture of a violent and dangerous lifestyle that is attractive for some young men who are drawn to the perceived power, status, and excitement of gang culture.


Line by Line Meaning

See if you come my way, I roll with tec-9's, AK's Murder machines, for where I hang and stay
If you cross me, I have weapons like tec-9's and AK's that are meant for killing, in the places where I hang out.


Obey the laws of the street, 'fore yo' bitch ass get beat And I'm hoein' and I'm only out to rob and cheat
Follow street rules or face the consequences. I'm willing to rob and cheat because that's how I survive.


Get your pistols and rags, nigga prepare to blast It ain't no questions or discussion, get the dope and the cash
Be ready to use your gun and get the drugs and money without talking about it.


We came up quick, plottin' on real bitch shit Three-hundred and fifty G's, three niggaz was split
We became rich fast, by planning on doing illegal things, and we split $350,000 between three people.


You see my homies is killas and we do this for passion You better get your strap cause when I see you we blastin'
My friends are killers and we enjoy killing. If I see you, be prepared to fight back, because we will shoot.


And when we run up on you ain't gon' be no askin' Cause me and my homies we just straight out blast
We won't stop to ask questions when we confront you, we'll just start shooting.


Catchin' niggaz slippin' if you're Bloodin' or Crippin' On a mission blastin' niggaz if you all wit it
If you're part of the Bloods or Crips, I'll catch you when you're not expecting it and shoot you with no hesitation.


You see we bang for a livin', use the gun Drugs and prison, niggaz doin' hella time
We make a living by killing people and selling drugs, which can lead to life in prison.


Roll with these scandalous niggaz Back looped out, smoked out
I hang out with dangerous people, and we often get high or drunk.


I said "What's up?"... he replied with the wrong set It's my duty and my job to put this nigga to rest
I asked him a question and he gave me the wrong answer, indicating he's from a rival gang. It's my duty to kill him.


I'm yellin' "Fuck you nigga!" and I hope you die Showin' y'all niggaz how real gangstas ride
I'm shouting insults and wishing the person death. I'm trying to prove that I'm a true gangster.




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