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  • 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, *****, is keep striving for more
    I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick
    Revolved around forty-four ****** for the rep
    Sweat the whole block with the
    Mack-90, automatic semi-tech
    Now the whole **** 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 D
    PG, 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 *****
    If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my *****
    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!
  • 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, *****, is keep striving for more
    I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick
    Revolved around forty-four ****** for the rep
    Sweat the whole block with the
    Mack-90, automatic semi-tech
    Now the whole **** 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 D
    PG, 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 *****
    If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my *****
    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!