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

and listen, catch a grip and realize with your two eyes
The price, nigga, is striving for more
I broke laws, 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 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 and for the hood that I claim
the kill, it's remains the same

The composure, gangstering, it's got me, down to bang
Who can get close to the notorious gang of 'em all
Pound, amazing rage, rough and raw
(DPG)
The conversation 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 more money than I ever dreamed
the DPG, the gangsters on the TV
Completely, you can't defeat, delete

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

And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind design
So let's let bygones be bygones, aim to
And mash with your boys if you're for making loot

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

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

Yeah, tell Babylon we'll never give up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky
We won't ever, never up the fight, see
We down in the ghetto will put up the struggle
The to survive, and to live good
To food on the table for our families, see

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

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