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

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

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

Now the whole 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 I claim
the kill, it's remains the same

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

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

That over there is out of his nest
He's off the hood with techs and
on different sets
(Who's man?)
D A Z's my
If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his he's my nigga

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

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

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

I thought you knew
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 we'll never give up hope in the
'Cause everyday when we up we see the sun rise up in the sky
We won't ever, give up the fight, see
We down in the ghetto will always put up the
The to survive, and to live good
To bring food on the for our families, see

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

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