| What up?
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| Like that muthafucka, ay blaze it up!
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| Like that muthafucka
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| (Don't shoot!)
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| Verse One: Kurupt
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| Now my rhymes, are as potent as pipebombs
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| It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
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| Like land mines, all set to explode
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| Microphones, all set to unload
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| So, watch the means, watch the zone
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| I made it different with a million dead MC microphones
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| And they all wanted back by their peeps
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| Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep
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| Beware of the consequences, it’s senseless
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| to face a prosecuted life or death MC sentence
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| Travel through your inner thoughts
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| Just to vision how far I can get, explore to the inner core
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| and ain’t stopped yet, continue the journey
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| Cause all that shit you kick just don’t concern me You can’t U-turn me, back… to… reality… where niggaz pack straps
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| and they mentality react so violently to leave MC’s breathin silently
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| with hollow point talons for the violence
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| Ain’t no harmin me, ain’t got no love for no hoes in harmony
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| It’s easy to find MC’s to execute
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| Chances of survival too small to compute
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| Recognize, like this was Samuel Sneed
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| I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
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| Cause all I see, in my M-I-N-D
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| Is D-P-G, for L-I-F-E
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| And all I see, on the M-I-C
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| Is another mangled MC opposin me Supposed to be, regulatin in this rap era
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| Made one error up against the microphone terror
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| It takes two to tangle
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| I told Daz don’t worry like Keith Murray I’ma strangle
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| MC’s, with the microphone cord
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| You don’t faze, your thoughts been invaded and explored
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| I know the ins and the outs to you buddy
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| I know where you live, and how you make your money
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| I came to violate you, desicrate you, I create two
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| murderous scenes, can you relate to Chorus: Dogg Pound (gun fight in background)
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| A Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)
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| I’m a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG) — 2X
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| Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta
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| Verse Two: Daz
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| I got the right to serve your ass when you headin to school
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| Cause I’m Dat Nigga Daz bitch, and I’ma fuckin fool
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| Don’t play with my head nigga, killers don’t speak
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| Come out the woodworks on your ass, then niggaz start to streak
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| Unmatched in my inner circle
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| Where only G’s roam, hellhounds in the war zone
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| Not giving a mad fuck (about what?)
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| About your click, or what you representin ain’t meanin shit
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| Bustas jump and get they fuckin wig split
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| Caught up in the twist while I’m stickin dick to your bitch
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| You don’t know me cause I’m down to do low
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| Your bitch is jockin Daz I’m diggin deep as Cousteau, check it out
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| I’m, massive, you get your ass kicked
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| Tangle with assassins down for mad shit
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| Nigga the strap’s in your hand, now what you gon do Is you gon blast me, and blast Kurupt too
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| Are you just gonna hold it and act like a bitch, where’s he at?
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| Cause I got me a gat
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| And I’ma show him how a true G’s sposed to act with a strap
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| (There's somethin bout bein a Dogg Pound Gangsta nigga)
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| Till I die, Dogg Pound for life
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| Show me a hoe and I’ll be fuckin that bitch by midnight (but see)
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| It ain’t nuthin nice, shakin these niggaz like dice
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| I told you once, so I ain’t sayin it twice
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| Chorus (varations repeat 2X) |