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

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

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

Now the whole shit is
Slowly but surely homies catching 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 remains the

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

I a, more, I see the homies free
(What)
I bound to make more money I ever dreamed
It's the DPG, the on the TV
Completely, you can't defeat, delete

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

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

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

'Cause if not, the heat gets hot you get scorched
You're caught up being in court, fighting the wars
Now I pause to take a sneak peek The Source
Our force is not revealing, we sold two
(What)
Willingly we survived, willingly we
We all multiply, Dogg 'till we die

I thought you knew
The two about to run about half your organization
Sacred assassinations, fool, here's what you're
The diverse, you're in a situation, like that

Yeah, tell Babylon that we'll never give up in the ghetto
'Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun up in the sky
We ever, never give up the fight, see
We in the ghetto will always put up the struggle
The struggle to survive, and to good
To bring food on the for our families, see

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

We won't our brothers no more
them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun
'Cause when we do we see their run
And not a pretty sight
So we don't love the parasites of world
the blood of the sufferers, yeah