[Kurupt] Daz [Jay-Z] to 'em [Kurupt] young Gotti Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big nigga, what?
*sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass so When you see the D-O double G sneak low
In the of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
[Kurupt Psycho, no, bitch-ass nigga so you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low
Young Hova in the house, world hustler R-O-C, motherfuckers..
.. up love You know Jigga Man resum, up drugs round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue barrel get ya crew killed ass niggaz can't 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 thugs get (get what?) with it
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the with Roc La {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*}
Deep in and out, out Daytonas D cut with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon Hollow tip, teflon MOTHERFUCKER trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so Saddam Niastra, y'all stepped in the mud and about to feel from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever a four so like a brand new nina My Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Butt naked bitches and pop The popular scholar, 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 change the for these hoes who plays the game like we
[Jay] That Daz in the house D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G
Don't the game for these hoes who plays the like we supposed
[Jay] Young Gotti in the
Two-shotty, quick to catch a So put a in ya mouth, ya bitch
Don't change the for these hoes who plays the like we supposed
Young in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, motherfuckers..
B-I-G still talkin through the of I For Tupac they yellin Not a or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip Put on the whip, got bigger guns the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip Won't stop that 'til the whole gone (click..) CLICK! Okay, let's not cause you got a on all I'm aimin is teflon
and Kurupt] I'm psycho, no, other motherfucker And this rifle, right for your head
[Jay] Young in da house Everybody get down Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga me how that sound
[Daz Cha-pow, layin all you wack niggaz Blowed out chromed out, swervin ya town What up? Man, my nigga Kurupt Laid back actin a nut, to 'rupt No remorse as we bust, let you feel the Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella fuckin it up Let it be Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone All alone, roam ya neighborhood exhaust stylin, profilin, y'all comin after me In actuality they fake the Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my On niggaz died for they salary We the gang and we walk like we And we and we do what we do after dark Get one shot Roc La Familia {*Now feelin us! Now y'all feelin us!*}
Don't change the game for hoes who plays the like we supposed
Sigel Sigel in the house
[Beanie Uh-huh, sick mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted
Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you up quick Got 'em diggin up quick Got you niggaz spittin up cause I'm Gettin up slow from hits from the Let a row go quick from the Shit, sit a nigga down when I'm pitchin a bitch You see light you takin a trip Five hours, a clip and make the hammer dance I'll holla, while you holla in the STOP ... the Roc nigga R-O-C the D-O-G on ya block 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 the R-O-C, geah who forgot You never thought Bleek walk on a before Hit a switch in a black 6-4 Down on I run sets, I does 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 with a and dough Get cha mind nigga 'fore you mention me Your click too thorough to mention we matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic Dogg Pound with the Roc could cause traffic Who want rump, get it crunk me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun dump with me? You catch in B.K. (or) down in L.A. my W and E up nigga, who want play?
[Kurupt Psycho, like no, nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak low
I will not,