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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
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 keep striving for
I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a when few was thick
around forty-four niggaz for the rep
Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, automatic

Now the whole 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 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 notorious gang of 'em all
Dogg Pound, rage, rough and raw
(DPG)
The ain't much, now what 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 than I ever dreamed
the DPG, the gangsters on the TV
Completely, you can't defeat, delete

That fool there is out of his nest
He's off the hood techs and vests
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 about life and the world that surrounds us
Being from Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary
(So up?)
I'm all about bombs

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

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

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

Yeah, tell that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky
We ever, never give up the fight, see
We down in the ghetto always 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 Luther and Marcus Garvey
We that we are true Africans
And we handle in this

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