Intro: Dogg Pound What up? Like that muthafucka, ay blaze it up! Like that muthafucka (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 peops Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep Beware of the consequences, it'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 ain't stopped yet, continue the journey Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me You can't U-turn me, back... to... reality... where niggaz 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 ass when you headin to school Cause I'm Dat Nigga Daz bitch, and I'ma fuckin fool Don't play with my head nigga, killers don't sneak Come out the woodworks on your ass, then niggaz start to streak Unmatched in my inner circle Where only G's roam, townhouse in the war zone Not giving a mad fuck (about what?) About your click, or what you representin don't mean a shit Bustas jump and get they fuckin wig split Caught up in the twist while I'm stickin dick to your bitch You don't know me cause I'm down to do low Your bitch is jockin Daz I'm diggin deep as Too $hort, check it out I'm, massive, you get your ass kicked Tangle with assassins down for mad shit Nigga the strap'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, 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 nigga) Till I die, Dogg Pound for life Show me a hoe and I'll be fuckin that bitch by midnight (I see) It ain't nuthin nice, shakin these niggaz like dice I told you once, so I ain't saying it twice Chorus (varations repeat 2X) *W-BALLS radio skit follows