Prince Ital Joe (Daz):
 Yeah  Death Row (give it up  one time)
 Yes  to the man sing
 them all beats they're crucial (give it up)
 Dogg Pound (???)
 Nobody moves  freeze!  nobody gets hurt
 Shoot first and ask questions later
 The motto  lyrically  artically  rip it...
 Daz:
 Stop and listen  catch a grip and realize  with your two eyes
 The price, nigga, is keep striving for more
 I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick
 Revolved around forty-four niggaz for the rep
 Sweat the whole block with the Mack-90, automatic semi-tech
 Now the whole shit is respected
 Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh
 You're trying to catch a check you can't cash
 I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claim
 After the kill, it's remains the same
 The composure, gangstering, it's got me, still down to bang
 Who can get close to the most notorious gang of 'em all
 Dogg Pound, amazing Rage, rough and raw (DPG)
 The conversation ain't much, now what up?
 You're gapping and you're scrapping and you got a gap from the gat
 Kurupt:
 I found a (what?), more, I see the homies free
 I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed
 It's the DPG, the gangsters on the TV
 Completely, you can't defeat, delete species
 That fool over there is out of his nest
 He's off the hood with techs and vests
 Dumping on different sets (who's that man?)
 D-A-Z's my nigga
 If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my nigga
 The more I think about life and the world that surrounds us
 Being from Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so what's up?)
 I'm all about dropping bombs
 And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind can't design
 So let's let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot
 And mash with your boys if you're down for making loot
 'Cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched
 You're caught up like being in court, fighting the wars
 Now I pause to take a sneak peek through The Source (Magazine)
 Our force is not revealing (what?), we sold two million (damn!)
 Willingly we survived, willingly we strived
 We all multiply, Dogg Pound 'till we die
 I thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half your
 organization
 Sacred assassinations, fool, here's what you're facing
 The diverse, you're in a worse situation, like that...
 Prince Ital Joe:
 Yeah, Tell Babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto
 'Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky
 We won't ever, never give up the fight, see
 We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle
 The struggle to survive, and to live good
 To bring food on the table for our families, see
 Tell Babylon that we have hope
 Like our brothers Martin Luther King and Marcus Garvey
 We believe that we are true Africans
 And we handle (???) in this life
 We won't kill our brothers no more
 Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun
 'Cause when we do we see their blood run
 And it's not a pretty sight
 So we don't love the parasites of this world
 Sucking the blood of the sufferers
 Yeah