Have you ever seen sooo much We to do it a little somethin' like this 'Cause it's Pound on mines, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck all you motherfuckers and umm, for some strange Niggaz like to duplicate, ass side bustas, Daz
Come get at me, and get back The plots, thoughts on DAT, can you counteract? I'm my eyes, and my thought's a blink But yet and still there's no ideal what these thoughts
All alone like no around in the area Runnin' shit here to Siberia Now is this a jack? yes it is 'Cause I'm a Gun like Emilio Estevez
And dreaded, how you get shredded paper Tryin' to on the caper, who the hell can relate ta That, automatic that's supposed to Be hittin' new clothes and
Knows, not, who to to This select 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 running up in me 'em all My composure, stays above sixty degrees I enter in a circle and start MC's
The starts, multiplied two times Supplied by the vibes, here's a run style They can't match, in the back of my vocab If you come in and take the stash nigga I'll from scratch
So enter in my zone, I to be dethroned I got a microphone I had to kill and to own From the bottom to the top and 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 will unfold Take flight, I ignite C dash 4 With Daz I the shit the fuck up like the last world war
My creations, mental Thoughts that's able to generations, with so much style
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Now let me take a second, for Dat Daz To with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone Fuck up the scene, drop bombs the microphone How can you see me when I'm already and blown?
To the fullest, Kurupt the MC's card Now the Pound is blessed, like I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get
Every single day our is gettin' played So conclusively is the The art of Niggaz step in the midst of
How can you see can't be viewed? DPG has the to end a whole feud So forget it, you're feelin' lyrically So I sentence you to by use of poetics
That's my realm, so even try to explore it Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost whole life for it
Niggaz don't realize what's with the Blueberry smokes clears the town me and Kurupt puts it down From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be No suggestions needed my Mac-90 start dumpin'
Let me explain don't know what time it is I ain't even tryin' to friends Fuck the bullshit the idiotic bullshit you be stressin', let me get to the lesson
Peep me out, now you Ninety-four's the year now we fuck up Ninety-five we survive And they say, we got styles
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