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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 gets
Shoot first and ask later
The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it

Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize 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 with the Mack-90, automatic semi-tech

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

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

I found a, more, I see the homies
(What)
I bound to make money than I ever dreamed
the DPG, the gangsters on the TV
Completely, you defeat, delete species

That fool over there is out of his
He's off the hood with and vests
on different sets
(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 world surrounds us
Being from Tha Pound, instantly bound
(So up?)
I'm all about dropping

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

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

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

Yeah, Babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun up in the sky
We won't ever, never 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 King and Marcus Garvey
We believe we are true Africans
And we handle in life

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