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Yeah, Row
(Give it up, one time)
Yes, to the man
Them all 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, a grip and realize with your two eyes
The price, nigga, is keep for more
I broke laws, defined many, skills of a rider when few was thick
Revolved around forty-four 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
You're trying to catch a check you cash
I do, for the rapper the and for the hood that I claim
After the kill, it's remains the

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

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

That fool there is out of his nest
He's off the hood with techs and
Dumping on 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 can't design
So let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot
And mash with boys if you're down for making loot

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

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

Yeah, tell Babylon that we'll give up hope in the ghetto
'Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun up in the sky
We won't ever, give up the fight, see
We down in the 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
Like our brothers Martin Luther and Marcus Garvey
We believe that we are true
And we handle in life

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