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[Featuring Kurupt Tha Kingpin  Prince Ital Joe] 
Prince Ital Joe (Daz): 
Yeah  Death Row (give it up  one time) 
Yes  to the man sing 
them all beats they're crucial (give it up) 
Dogg Pound (???) 
Nobody moves  freeze!  nobody gets hurt 
Shoot first and ask questions later 
The motto  lyrically  artically  rip it... 
Daz: 
Stop and listen  catch a grip and realize  with your two eyes 
The price, nigga, is keep striving for more 
I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick 
Revolved around forty-four niggaz for the rep 
Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, automatic semi-tech 
Now the whole shit is respected 
Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh 
You're trying to catch a check you can't cash 
I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claim 
After the kill, it's remains the same 
The composure, gangstering, it's got me, still down to bang 
Who can get close to the most notorious gang of 'em all 
Dogg Pound, amazing Rage, rough and raw (DPG) 
The conversation ain't much, now what up? 
You're gapping and you're scrapping and you got a gap from the gat 
Kurupt: 
I found a (what?), more, I see the homies free 
I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed 
It's the DPG, the gangsters on the TV 
Completely, you can't defeat, delete species 
That fool over there is out of his nest 
He's off the hood with techs and vests 
Dumping on different sets (who's that man?) 
D-A-Z's my nigga 
If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my nigga 
The more I think about life and the world that surrounds us 
Being from Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so what's up?) 
I'm all about dropping bombs 
And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind can't design 
So let's let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot 
And mash with your boys if you're down for making loot 
'Cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched 
You're caught up like being in court, fighting the wars 
Now I pause to take a sneak peek through The Source (Magazine) 
Our force is not revealing (what?), we sold two million (damn!) 
Willingly we survived, willingly we strived 
We all multiply, Dogg Pound 'till we die 
I thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half your 
organization 
Sacred assassinations, fool, here's what you're facing 
The diverse, you're in a worse situation, like that... 
Prince Ital Joe: 
Yeah, Tell Babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto 
'Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky 
We won't ever, never give up the fight, see 
We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle 
The struggle to survive, and to live good 
To bring food on the table for our families, see 
Tell Babylon that we have hope 
Like our brothers Martin Luther King and Marcus Garvey 
We believe that we are true Africans 
And we handle (???) in this life 
We won't kill our brothers no more 
Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun 
'Cause when we do we see their blood run 
And it's not a pretty sight 
So we don't love the parasites of this world 
Sucking the blood of the sufferers 
Yeah!

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