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

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

Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize with your two
The price, nigga, is keep for more
I broke laws, defined many, show of a rider when few was thick
Revolved around niggaz for the rep
Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, automatic

Now the shit is respected
Slowly but surely homies death wishes, and laugh
trying to catch a check you can't cash
I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I
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 ain't much, now what up?
You're gapping and you're scrapping and you got a gap the gat

I found a, more, I see the homies
(What)
I bound to make money than I ever dreamed
It's the DPG, the on the TV
Completely, you can't defeat, delete

That over there 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 I think about life and the world that surrounds us
Being Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary bound
(So up?)
I'm all about bombs

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

'Cause if not, the heat gets hot you get scorched
You're caught up like being in court, 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 thought you about
The two about to run through half your organization
Sacred assassinations, fool, here's what facing
The diverse, in a worse situation, like that

Yeah, tell Babylon that never give up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun up in the sky
We ever, never give up the fight, see
We in the ghetto will always put up the struggle
The to survive, and to live good
To bring on the table for our families, see

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

We kill our brothers 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
the blood of the sufferers, yeah