Dogg Pound Gangstaz

Intro: Dogg

Pound What up?

Like that mutha****a, ay blaze it up!

Like that mutha****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 death catch *****z when they sleep

Beware of the consequences, it's senseless to face a prosecuted life or death

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 **** you kick just don't concern me

You can't

U-turn me, back... to... reality... where *****z 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) - 2

X Straight

Dogg Pound

Gangsta Verse

Two: Daz I got the right to serve your ass when you headin to school

Cause I'm

Dat *****

Daz *****, and

I'ma ****in fool

Don't play with my head *****, killers don't speak

Come out the woodworks on your ass, then *****z start to streak

Unmatched in my inner circle

Where only

G's roam, hellhounds in the war zone

Not giving a mad **** (about what?)

About your click, or what you representin ain't meanin ****

Bustas jump and get they ****in wig split

Caught up in the twist while

I'm stickin **** to your *****

You don't know me cause

I'm down to do low

Your ***** is jockin

Daz I'm diggin deep as

Cousteau, check it out

I'm, massive, you get your ass kicked

Tangle with assassins down for mad ****

***** 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 *****, 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 *****)

Till I die,

Dogg Pound for life

Show me a hoe and

I'll be ****in that ***** by midnight (but see)

It ain't nuthin nice, shakin these *****z like dice

I told you once, so

I ain't sayin it twice

Chorus (varations repeat 2X) *

W-***** radio skit follows*