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

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

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

Now the whole shit is
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 I claim
After the kill, it's the same

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

I found a, more, I see the 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 over 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 and lose his figures he's my nigga

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

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

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

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

Yeah, tell Babylon that we'll never up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday when we 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 good
To food on the table for our families, see

Tell Babylon that we have
our brothers Martin Luther King and Marcus Garvey
We that we are true Africans
And we handle in this

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