[Kurupt] Daz Talk to 'em [Kurupt] young Gotti Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big nigga, what?
[Kurupt Psycho, like no, bitch-ass so When you see the D-O double G sneak low
In the memory of the B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
*sung*] Psycho, like no, nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak low
Young Hova in the house, world hustler R-O-C, motherfuckers..
.. hold up You Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no mask or Face down on the gravel, have gun will Out the blue barrel get ya crew killed Perro ass niggaz can't I, muh'fucker what's my - - name, Hov', gun blow like AC R-O-C (With the nigga!!)
Hold up (hah) wait a and All my thugs get (get what?) with it
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, ya with the pound with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't us*}
Deep in and out, out gold D cut through with Motorolas Nigga the and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER Hollow tip, teflon MOTHERFUCKER Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, chest rocka with the chrome chopper, pop a nigga so quick Saddam Niastra, done stepped in the mud and about to feel ery'thing from the foot Calicos collective, have you ever a four so like a brand new nina My Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Butt bitches and pop collars The popular scholar, is the beginnin with the hollow tips soarin, chrome wheels Never have you ever a G like me Rollin with the Roc, D-P-G
Don't the game for these hoes who plays the game like we
That nigga Daz in the house [Daz] fo' L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G
Don't change the game for these who plays the game we supposed
[Jay] Young Gotti in the
Two-shotty, quick to catch a So put a dick in ya mouth, ya
Don't change the game for these who plays the game we supposed
Young Hova in the house, wide hustler R-O-C, motherfuckers..
B-I-G talkin through the voice of I For Tupac they ra-da-da-da-da-da Not a Blood or a Crip but I put on the strip Put dubs on the whip, got bigger than the on my hip, cock back let it rip Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's (click..) CLICK! Okay, not forget cause you got a vest on all I'm is teflon
and Kurupt] I'm psycho, like no, other And this rifle, right for your motherfucker
[Jay] Hova in da house [Daz] get down Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how sound
Dillinger] Cha-pow, layin all you wack down Blowed out chromed out, swervin ya town What up? Jigga Man, my Kurupt back actin a nut, waitin to 'rupt No remorse as we bust, let you the dust Dogg Pound, straight fuckin it up Let it be Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone All alone, ya neighborhood high exhaust High stylin, profilin, y'all after me In actuality fake the technicality Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella my family On site niggaz for they salary We the gang and we like we talk And we stalk and we do we do after dark Get one shot Dillinger Roc La {*Now y'all us! Now y'all feelin us!*}
Don't change the game for hoes who the game like we supposed
[Jay] Sigel in the house
Sigel] Uh-huh, sick mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted
Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you up quick Got 'em diggin ditches up Got you niggaz up cause I'm sick Gettin up slow from from the fifth Let a row go quick from the Shit, sit a down quick when I'm pitchin a bitch You see light then you takin a Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer holla, while you holla in the ambulance STOP ... the Roc nigga R-O-C With the on ya block Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see trees No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just
[Memphis Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we stop the R-O-C, geah who forgot You thought Bleek walk on a track before Hit a switch in a 6-4 before Down on Sunset I run sets, I that look at me and be like damn I was that I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fuck Got a house in the back a Benz and dough Get cha mind right 'fore you mention me Your click too thorough to mention we matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could cause Who want rump, get it crunk me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun dump with me? You Bleek in B.K. (or) down in L.A. With my W and E up nigga, who want
[Kurupt Psycho, no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the sneak creep low
I not, lose