Have you ever seen sooo style? We 'bout to do it a little somethin' like it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck all you and umm, for some strange reason Niggaz like to duplicate, ass side bustas, Daz
Come get at me, and play get The plots, concoct thoughts on DAT, can you I'm openin' my eyes, and my a blink But yet and still there's no ideal what thoughts contain
All alone like no else in the area Runnin' shit from here to Now is this a jack? yes it is I'm a Young Gun like Emilio Estevez
And dreaded, how you get shredded like Tryin' to intrude on the caper, who the can relate ta That, automatic straps that's to Be new clothes and expose
Knows, not, who to to This fool to get his whole jock connect too I select too so motherfucker bow Niggaz swear the Pound got so style
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Now have you ever seen me? Seen saw Niggaz up in me murdering 'em all My composure, above sixty degrees before I in a circle and start maraudin' MC's
The hysteria starts, two times Supplied by the vibes, here's a run style They can't match, in the of my vocab batch If you come in and the stash nigga I'll start from scratch
So enter in my zone, I refuse to be I got a I had to kill and murder to own From the to the top and when you stare in my eyes Emotionless shit registers in my mind I get high
The darkest secrets, it untold When it's revealed the Amityville mirage will Take flight, I like C dash 4 With Daz I blow the shit the fuck up the last world war
My creations, mental Thoughts able to annihilate generations, with so much style
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Now let me a second, for Dat Nigga Daz To amaze with the ways to snap bones, let alone Fuck up the scene, drop bombs the microphone How can you see me I'm already high and blown?
To the fullest, Kurupt pull the card Now the Pound is blessed, like I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get
Every single day our shit is played So is the conclusion The art of Niggaz in the midst of confusion
How can you see what be viewed? DPG has the to end a whole feud So forget it, you're lyrically energetic So I you to death by use of poetics
my realm, so don't even try to explore it Niggaz and wonder why they lost they whole life for it
Niggaz don't realize what's the Pound? Blueberry smokes clears the town me and Kurupt puts it down From the we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin' No suggestions needed when my Mac-90 start
Let me explain niggaz don't what time it is I ain't even tryin' to friends Fuck the the idiotic type bullshit you be stressin', let me get to the lesson
Peep me out, now you the year now we fuck up hoes Ninety-five we everyday And they say, we got styles
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