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Yeah, Row
(Give it up, one time)
Yes, to the man
all beats they're crucial
(Give it up)
Dogg

Nobody moves, freeze! Nobody gets
Shoot first and ask later
The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it

Stop and listen, a grip and realize with your two eyes
The price, nigga, is keep striving for
I laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick
around forty-four niggaz for the rep
Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, semi-tech

Now the whole is respected
Slowly but surely homies death wishes, and laugh
You're trying to catch a check you can't
I do, for the rapper the and for the hood that I claim
After the kill, it's the same

The composure, gangstering, got me, still down to bang
Who can get close to the most gang of 'em all
Dogg Pound, amazing rage, and raw
(DPG)
The ain't much, now what up?
You're and you're scrapping and you got a gap from the gat

I found a, more, I see the homies
(What)
I bound to make more money than I dreamed
the DPG, the gangsters on the TV
Completely, you can't defeat, delete

That fool there is out of his nest
He's off the hood with techs and
on different sets
(Who's man?)
D A Z's my
If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my

The more I think about life and the world surrounds us
from Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary bound
(So up?)
I'm all about dropping

And the deadliest rhymes the mind can't design
So let's let bygones be bygones, aim to
And mash with your boys if you're for making loot

if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched
You're caught up like in court, fighting the wars
Now I pause to a sneak peek through The Source
Our force is not revealing, we two million
(What)
Willingly we survived, we strived
We all multiply, Dogg Pound we die

I you knew about
The two about to run through about half organization
assassinations, fool, here's what you're facing
The diverse, you're in a worse situation, like

Yeah, tell Babylon that we'll never up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday when we up we see the sun rise up in the sky
We won't ever, give up the fight, see
We down in the ghetto will put up the struggle
The struggle to survive, and to good
To bring food on the for our families, see

Babylon that we have hope
Like our brothers Luther King and Marcus Garvey
We that we are true Africans
And we handle in this

We kill our brothers no more
Stab them a knife, or shoot them with a gun
'Cause when we do we see blood run
And not a pretty sight
So we love the parasites of this world
Sucking the blood of the sufferers,