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...

 Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill...the hill...
 Paris, I saw you standin' strong again...again...

 So I'm still comin' on with this
 (Still comin' strong with shit)
 Shit that'll make ya brain come up wake up
 Regonize that it aint nothin' but a thang
 To see a nigga lockdown, underground or in the sweep
 And you aint never gonna take me out cause I...
 (...roll up mothafuckas and i'll break you down to side!)
 Yeah, so keep your eyes on this
 Fuck what you heard
 (And watch the devil get served!)

 Yeah, so now you know...
 Scarface records, Paris...
 Still hittin' you with the righterous shit....
 The funky shit...
 In the name of Allah...
 And it aint gonna never change....
 It don't stop...
 It don't never stop...
 So back your devil-ass sob off me...
 And let me get my field...
 Power, yeah!

 Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill...the hill...
 Paris, I saw you standin' strong again...again... (2x)

 Yeah! Right back at you in 1994: P-Dog...
 Guerrillas in the mist with the black fist...
 And it ain?t never gonna change