Intro: dogg pound
What up?
Like that muthaf**a, ay blaze it up!
Like that muthaf**a
(don'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 peeps
Sleep if you dare, cause d**h catch n***az when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
To face a prosecuted life or d**h mc sentence
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just to vision how far i can get, explore to the inner core
And ain't stopped yet, continue the journey
Cause all that sh** you kick just don't concern me
You can't u-turn me, back... to... reality... where n***az pack straps
And they mentality react so violently to leave mc's breathin silently
With hollow point talons for the violence
Ain't no harmin me, ain't got no love for no hoes in harmony
It's easy to find mc'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 don't worry like keith murray i'ma strangle
Mc's, with the microphone cord
You don'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)
I'm a dogg pound gangsta (dpg) - 2x
Straight dogg pound gangsta
Verse two: daz
I got the right to serve your a** when you headin to school
Cause i'm dat n***a daz b**h, and i'ma f**in fool
Don't play with my head n***a, k**ers don't speak
Come out the woodworks on your a**, then n***az start to streak
Unmatched in my inner circle
Where only g's roam, hellhounds in the war zone
Not giving a mad f** (about what?)
About your click, or what you representin ain't meanin sh**
Bustas jump and get they f**in wig split
Caught up in the twist while i'm stickin dick to your b**h
You don't know me cause i'm down to do low
Your b**h is jockin daz i'm diggin deep as cousteau, check it out
I'm, ma**ive, you get your a** kicked
Tangle with a**a**ins down for mad sh**
n***a the strap's in your hand, now what you gon do
Is you gon blast me, and blast kurupt too
Are you just gonna hold it and act like a b**h, where's he at?
Cause i got me a gat
And i'ma show him how a true g's sposed to act with a strap
(there's somethin bout bein a dogg pound gangsta n***a)
Till i die, dogg pound for life
Show me a hoe and i'll be f**in that b**h by midnight (but see)
It ain't nuthin nice, shakin these n***az like dice
I told you once, so i ain't sayin it twice
Chorus (varations repeat 2x)
*w-balls radio skit follows*