featuring Daz Dillinger

Daz:

ooh ooh ooh ooh oooohh...

Kurupt:

G'd up we're back that's what I keep hearing

We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?)

Better ask your folks about the D O double G's

How long could the war last on a warpath?

We're still heat nigga still signing autographs

Still hitting the stash and pulling pistols out to dash

The poetical poltergeist verbal Jerry Weiss

Fuck the ice give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest

I fuck around and call it crisis

with preciseness, and precisely this

See we make the shit that precisely hits.

So how soon could you pump up the volume

Hand you your ends and pump up my album

Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust

I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours

Cocking back your name, blasting anything

Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang

It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital

G-R, Gang Related, and we are

We are (fresh) (repeat)

I spit poison, poisonous darts

I aim, bomb and charge

One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart

Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again

Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed

touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds

Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping

I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming

'Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!)

I fade in to see how Baby sparks

No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks

Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts

I pitch back sparks when the get back starts

This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit

DPG