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You niggaz don't get it, do you?
Roscoe, the sodo
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt, Young
Yeah, started November 23rd, an' 83

Put me on lockdown an' out back
An' the cameras ain't rollin', I sneak a sack
make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy
Not while you to my CD

You see right now, no other rappers hot but me
Oh, yeah, Pac an' B.I.G., R.I.P.
But if you ain't feelin' the same way, 'Eject'
I'll even give you 5

Yeah, Tabasco,

The is finally done with, the time is now
YA, who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done, nigga, 1, nigga
Tabasco sauce all the track

That nigga, Roscoe'll all over the track
He make the 'Girls All Pause', yeah, they to that
Now who you know the flow about approachin' a mac?
a stack of doe with some dodo to roll fat

I'm a top notch nigga, an' cotch trippa
Cut arm off to get to the watch quicka
Not tryin' to do it all, see Juvy Hall
Too booty calls, my nigga, duty calls
I'm used to ditchin' classes, roamin' the halls
I roam the Young Assasins, that's where I belong

Put me on an' sneak out back
An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I sneak a
Let's one thing clear, this ain't no democracy
Not you listenin' to my CD

You see now, ain't no other rappers hot but me
Oh, yeah, Pac an' B.I.G., R.I.P.
But if you feelin' the same way, press 'Eject'
I'll give you 5 seconds

These young niggaroes comin' with flows
Hit you with the Figure 4, Bottom
Me an' my dogs gettin' up
Rippin' 'em up after an' YA it up from top to bottom

Rocks? Yeah, we got but we don't wear 'em
What about glocks? Yeah, we got those but we don't
Well, about plots?
Fo' sho' we got those but we don't share 'em
We bury 'em in the back of our until it's time to smash

Only in it for cash
An' stearin' clear from the phonies 'coz they to blast
But where were the mass murderin', Young Assassins murderin'
To linguish an' we all how to act

YA 'til we die, do or die, homicide
When we rob, when we ride, nigga,
We oblide by the rules, ride by the
Throwin' up my squad, holdin' up for the crew
You how we do

Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a
Go, get this money an'

I'm 'em off like the umbilical cord
'em off the billboard, chargin' through at full force
An' first to walk in, torch 'em hot to
Ready to scorch 'em, I'll 'em all stiff like starch

I noticed a lotta pups like to bark
But don't never hit the fence at night when it dark
You better hope the never get loose
'Coz believe, we comin' to get you Shitzus

I'm scopin' so many sheep in wolves clothin', it's
Analyze the situation,
Cynical criminals, indespicable
Supplyin' the heat, rocks bumpin' through yo'

Whenever you dippin' the ghetto
Whippin' the '62 Chevy, heavy, goin' 70
With one hand on the steerin'
Tryin' to hold it steady, the switch
only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it like this

An' on the intro, so big, so big