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

Nobody moves, freeze! gets hurt
Shoot 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
around forty-four niggaz for the rep
Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, automatic

Now the whole shit is
Slowly but homies catching death wishes, and laugh
trying to catch a check you can't cash
I do, for the rapper the name and for the that I claim
the kill, it's remains the same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto
everyday when we wake 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

Babylon that we have hope
Like our brothers Martin King and Marcus Garvey
We believe we are true Africans
And we handle in this

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