Dillinger & Young Gotti

[Kurupt]<br>Gangsta shit, I`ma show you how the gangsters do it<br>Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti<br>Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb<br>{*inhaling and coughing*}<br>Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah<br>Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitches<br><br>I gotta little bit of somethin that you`ll never understand<br>With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand<br>Got so many different advances, different chances<br>lead to different circumstances, enhancements<br>Calibers, mental mind gallagher, shells<br>Hit niggaz like hammers hit nails<br>I`m Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoe<br>Bitch don`t you owe me 6000? I`m countin(?) to ten<br><br>[Rosco]<br>I slide through on some ol` outlandish shit<br>And roll up anybody on some skanless shit<br>Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang<br>Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang<br>They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile<br>If it ain`t on D`s, then I can`t even ride yo<br>I`m so caught up in the streets I need to lie low<br>And I`m runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum<br>slugs at the thugs, y`all niggaz don`t want none<br>Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum<br>slugs at you thugs, y`all niggaz don`t want none<br>Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum<br>slugs at you thugs, y`all niggaz don`t want none<br>Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum<br>slugs at you thugs, y`all niggaz don`t want none<br><br>[Beanie Sigel]<br>The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat<br>(Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you`re fruit cat<br>Niggaz gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks<br>When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (kick in)<br>You know I`m all about the street dollars<br>Follow your trail and blaze niggaz with +techs+ like `Sheed Wallace<br>They say the streets talk and I ain`t hearin a word<br>Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb<br>Roll with niggaz disappear in them burbs<br>Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst<br>(Listen) - in other words stop talkin<br>I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkin<br>when the fifth stain leave shit stains off in<br>your Pampers, get your shit bag changed often<br>You niggaz soft and the fifth lift chains off often<br>Get your block chalked when the glock start barkin<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Daz]<br>Who wanna get `em up? Nigga let`s get `em up<br>Why the fuck they act like you know, and so we did `em up<br>When the uz` bruise I serve crews, act like you know<br>Rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes<br>I ain`t impressed off dues with that bullshit, I pull quick<br>And y`all dumb hoes suck dick - she just a bitch<br>I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?)<br>I get shit, get get done with it, and so I get out<br>The smallest of my hustle so I floss off bones<br>Pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you step<br>Seven to ten niggaz drop when they step<br>Don`t sweat the technique or get chin-checked<br><br>[???]<br>Pimpin never gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt<br>Rosco, (??) you can`t bite my shit, it causes fiascoes<br>My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco<br>I`m dippin, rollin, that`s the way the (?) bowl<br>D.P.G.`s bowl, R.O.C. soul<br>controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes<br>Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Kurupt]<br>Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters at<br>Sigel came to roll through and smoke us out<br>So what`s wrong with that? Nigga, ha? Yeah<br>Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter<br>Shootin niggaz down cause it`s nuttin<br>The first nigga to take off, nigga boulder boy<br>Yo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha?<br>You know that nigga, that one nigga, set it off on ya<br>Pleezbelieveit ya bitch<br>I know bitches when I see a bitch and youse a bitch<br>And bitches get treated like bitches..<br><br>Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound nigga!