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Yeah, Row
(Give it up, one time)
Yes, to the man
Them all beats crucial
(Give it up)
Pound

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

Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize with two eyes
The price, nigga, is keep striving for
I broke laws, many, show skills of a rider when few was thick
around forty-four niggaz for the rep
Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, semi-tech

Now the shit is respected
but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh
You're trying to catch a you can't cash
I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood I claim
After the kill, remains the same

The composure, gangstering, got me, still down to bang
Who can get to the most notorious gang of 'em all
Dogg Pound, amazing rage, and raw
(DPG)
The conversation much, now what up?
gapping and you're scrapping and you got a gap from the gat

I found a, more, I see the homies
(What)
I bound to make more money I ever dreamed
It's the DPG, the on the TV
Completely, you defeat, delete species

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

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

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

'Cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get
caught up like being in court, fighting the wars
Now I pause to take a sneak peek The Source
Our force is not revealing, we two million
(What)
Willingly we survived, we strived
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 you're facing
The diverse, in a worse situation, like that

Yeah, tell Babylon that we'll give up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday when we up we see the sun rise up in the sky
We won't ever, give up the fight, see
We down in the ghetto will put up the struggle
The struggle to survive, and to good
To food on the table 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 kill our brothers no
Stab them a knife, or shoot them with a gun
when we do we see their blood run
And not a pretty sight
So we don't love the parasites of this
Sucking the of the sufferers, yeah