[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) [x2]
Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta


[Verse Two: Daz]


I got the right to serve your $$# when you headin to school
Cause I'm Dat ^!$$% Daz (*##$, and I'ma $#&@in fool
Don't play with my head ^!$$%, killers don't speak

Come out the woodworks on your $$#, then ^!$$%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 dick 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 $$# kicked
Tangle with $$#assins 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: x2]


[W-BALLS radio skit follows]