On the scene back again with the mothafuckin' grip

93 was the year P Dog came rippin' shit

Bouncin' out the belly of the beast

And still the same nigga

That was hollerin': "Fuck peace!"

But check it out it's the same old thing

Cause now the year's 94

And ain't a damn thing changed

Niggaz still droppin' dead like flies

And i'm still lookin' for a way

To make us raise

I impose that I still hate the devil

(That's right!)

And I'm a mothafucka

That'll take your ass to the next level

Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end

(Yeah, and put it in the mix again!)

Yeah, now better listen why...

Yeah! Right back at you once again in 94...

P-Dog, righterous...

Back up in you with another mothafuckin' bomb...

And we kickin' the real...

So anyway I'ma do it this time

So you wanna hear

Specially designed for your mind and soldier's ear

Cause niggaz nowadays just shoot

[Gunshot]

And fuckin' with the crew

Will get your ass peeled like fruit

And everybody wanna be a Gee

The same sick house nigga mentality

Please, fuckin' with them fake fairytales

Nigga, i don't trip cause I still kicks the realiest shit

So please back on up, I'm lettin' off

Representin' Allah and I'm raw

Cause I'm god

So I hope you're listenin'

What I'm kickin': It's real

(Yeah, I keep'em comin' with the shit you fear)

Yeah, you better check it why?

Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man...

Shouts goin' out to all those fake-ass wanna-be...gees...

Just break it on down...