[Kurupt] Daz Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Kurupt Gotti [Jay-Z] to 'em [Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga,
*sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass so When you see the D-O G sneak creep low
In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Shakur
[Kurupt Psycho, like no, nigga so When you see the sneak creep low
Young Hova in the house, world wide R-O-C, motherfuckers..
.. hold up You know Man resum, blow up drugs Blast round, pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will Out the blue steel barrel get ya killed Perro ass niggaz touch I, muh'fucker what's my - - name, Young Hov', gun blow AC (With the D-P-G nigga!!)
Hold up (hah) wait a and All my get (get what?) gangsta with it
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin
Deep in and out, out Daytonas D cut through with 2-way Nigga the and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER Hollow tip, stainless teflon Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga rocka with the chrome chopper, pop a nigga so quick Saddam Niastra, done stepped in the mud and to feel ery'thing from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever a four so clean like a new nina My Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in Impalas naked bitches and pop collars The scholar, this is the beginnin with the hollow tips soarin, wheels spinnin Never have you ever seen a G 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] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc
change the game for these hoes who plays the game we supposed
[Jay] Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, quick to catch a So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch
Don't change the game for these who plays the game like we
Young Hova in the house, world wide R-O-C, motherfuckers..
B-I-G still talkin the voice of I For Tupac they yellin Not a Blood or a Crip but I put on the strip Put dubs on the whip, got bigger the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip Won't that 'til the whole clip's gone (click..) CLICK! Okay, not forget cause you got a vest on all I'm aimin is
[Jay-Z and I'm psycho, no, other motherfucker And rifle, right for your head motherfucker
[Jay] Young in da house Everybody get down Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how that
Dillinger] Cha-pow, layin all you wack niggaz Blowed out chromed out, swervin through ya What up? Jigga Man, my Kurupt Laid back actin a nut, to 'rupt No remorse as we bust, let you the dust Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella fuckin it up Let it be Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone All alone, roam ya neighborhood exhaust High stylin, profilin, y'all after me In actuality they the technicality Dogg Pound that's my family On site niggaz died for salary We the gang and we walk we talk And we stalk and we do what we do dark Get one Dillinger Roc La Familia {*Now y'all feelin us! Now feelin us!*}
Don't the game for these hoes who plays the like we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the house
[Beanie Uh-huh, bastard Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo'
Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you up quick Got 'em ditches up quick Got you niggaz spittin up cause I'm Gettin up slow from hits the fifth Let a row go from the clip Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin a You see then you takin a trip hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance I'll holla, while you holla in the STOP ... it's the Roc nigga With the D-O-G on ya Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see trees No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe
Bleek] Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we stop It's the R-O-C, who forgot You never thought Bleek walk on a track Hit a in a black 6-4 before on Sunset I run sets, I does that Niggaz at me and be like damn I was that I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fuck Got a house in the with a Benz and dough Get cha mind nigga 'fore you mention me click ain't too thorough to mention we Don't matter who we collab' with, it's a classic Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could traffic Who rump, get it crunk with me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump me? You Bleek in B.K. (or) down in L.A. With my W and E up nigga, who play?
*sung*] Psycho, no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak low
I will not,