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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 gets
Shoot and ask questions later
The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it

Stop and listen, catch a and realize with your two eyes
The price, nigga, is striving 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 shit is respected
Slowly but surely catching death 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, remains the same

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

I a, more, I see the homies free
(What)
I bound to make more money than I ever
the DPG, the gangsters on the TV
Completely, you defeat, delete species

That fool over is out of his nest
He's off the with techs and vests
Dumping on different
(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 bombs

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

'Cause if not, when the heat hot you get scorched
You're caught up like in court, fighting the wars
Now I pause to take a peek through The Source
Our is not revealing, we sold two million
(What)
Willingly we survived, we strived
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 worse situation, 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 always put up the struggle
The struggle to survive, and to live
To bring on the table for our families, see

Tell that we have hope
Like our brothers Martin Luther King and Garvey
We believe we are true Africans
And we handle in life

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