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

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

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

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

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

I a, more, I see the homies free
(What)
I to make 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
off the hood 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 he's my nigga

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

And possessing the deadliest rhymes the 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 gets 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 force is not revealing, we two million
(What)
Willingly we survived, willingly we
We all multiply, Pound 'till we die

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

Yeah, tell 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, never up the fight, see
We in the ghetto will always put up the struggle
The struggle to survive, and to live
To bring food on the for our families, see

Tell Babylon that we hope
Like our Martin Luther King and Marcus Garvey
We believe that we are true
And we in this life

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