Intro: dogg pound
What up?
Like that muthafucka, ay blaze it up!
Like that muthafucka
(donand't shoot!)
Verse one: kurupt
Now my rhymes, are as potent as pipebombs
It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
Like land mines, all set to explode
Microphones, all set to unload
So, watch the means, watch the zone
I made it different with a million dead mc microphones
And they all wanted back by their peops
Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, itand's senseless
To face the prosecuted life or death will cease kiddin
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just to vision how far i can get, explore to the inner core
It ainand't stopped yet, continue the journey
Cause all that shit you kick just donand't concern me
You canand't u-turn me, back... to... reality... where niggaz pack straps
And they mentality react so violently to leave mcand's breathin silently
With hollow point talons for the violence
Ainand't no harmin me, ainand't got no love for no hoes in harmony
Itand's easy to find mcand's to execute
Chances of survival too small to compute
Recognize, like this was samuel sneed
I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
Cause all i see, in my m-i-n-d
Is d-p-g, for l-i-f-e
And all i see, on the m-i-c
Is another mangled mc opposin me
Supposed to be, regulatin in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told daz donand't worry like keith murray iand'ma strangle
Mcand's, with the microphone cord
You donand't faze, your thoughts been invaded and explored
I know the ins and the outs to you buddy
I know where you live, and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desicrate you, i create two
Murderous scenes, can you relate to
Chorus: dogg pound (gun fight in background)
A dogg pound gangsta (dpg)
Iand'm a dogg pound gangsta (dpg) - 2x
Straight dogg pound gangsta
Verse two: daz
I got the right to serve your ass when you headin to school
Cause iand'm dat nigga daz bitch, and iand'ma fuckin fool
Donand't play with my head nigga, killers donand't sneak
Come out the woodworks on your ass, then niggaz start to streak
Unmatched in my inner circle
Where only gand's roam, townhouse in the war zone
Not giving a mad fuck (about what?)
About your click, or what you representin donand't mean a shit
Bustas jump and get they fuckin wig split
Caught up in the twist while iand'm stickin dick to your bitch
You donand't know me cause iand'm down to do low
Your bitch is jockin daz iand'm diggin deep as too $hort, check it out
Iand'm, massive, you get your ass kicked
Tangle with assassins down for mad shit
Nigga the strapand's in your hand, now what you gon do
Is you gon blast me, and blast through my crew
Are you just gonna hold it and act like a bitch, whereand's he at?
Cause i got me a gat
And iand'ma show him how a true gand's sposed to act with a strap
(thereand's somethin bout bein a dogg pound gangsta nigga)
Till i die, dogg pound for life
Show me a hoe and iand'll be fuckin that bitch by midnight (i see)
It ainand't nuthin nice, shakin these niggaz like dice
I told you once, so i ainand't saying it twice
Chorus (varations repeat 2x)
*w-balls radio skit follows*
