| DPG…
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| Kidnappings, jackings and robberies, on a mission with it
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| Hot pots, spots and rocks, fresh out the kitchen with it
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| Homicides, shootings, Colombian neckties
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| Face to face dumpin', random drive-bys
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| This is what we made of, life at the bottom
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| To the top of society, selection variety
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| Ability, to re-shape mountains to statues
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| To represent our lives, our pain inflictions
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| Remembered for all times like Greeks, Egyptians
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| Newports, Coronas, Indo, Henn
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| Focus for the future, fuck the gimmicks
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| Dogg Pound is forever like Mt. Olympus
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| Tempest, teflon’ll fly from here to Memphis
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| Chattanooga to Boston to the CSUN campus
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| Camp out in your city in a G’d up camper
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| Nigga, Gotti McGwire, Kurupt esquire
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| DPG empire, pirates and vampires
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| Poetry is a form of positive creation
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| Poetry’s a form of rhythmatic assassination
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| Words can pierce niggas, horrific and fierce, nigga, look
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| 1 in, 1 out
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| Two hammers’ll show niggas what we about
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| I ain’t got time for none of these muthafuckas
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| I got kids, nigga please, muthafucka
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| What you know about this muthafuckin' G shit?
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| If you know about it, then you know about this
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| Fuck with us, you get chipped
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| Dogg Pound Gangstas, we rare indeed
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| We got everything you want and need
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| Fuck with us, bitch
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| I’m from the Imperial family, torturing and collapsing
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| AK shells, trigger pulling and capping
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| Kidnapping, fuck a ransom, it’s war time
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| Perhaps when you know it’s mine, I’m taking no prisoners
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| The art of war, the score is mine
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| My secret’s to strategize
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| I give a fuck who you come, muthafucka, I analyze
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| Don’t explain nothin', nothin' to talk about
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| Buckle up, nigga, that’s when Diggy Daz’ll knock you out
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| Small niggas, big niggas fall when they hit they jaw
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| R-A-W, nigga, Daz is raw
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| Can’t say no, the heat is on when the G is on and poppin'
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| On top of his pedestal, that’s when the G is born
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| With a strap in my lap and a blunt in my mouth
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| Got the G’s in my right hand and boy I got clout
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| I ain’t learned this from the Boy Scouts, I learned it in the street
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| Dope dealer, pimps and gangstas, the DPG
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| 1 in, 1 out
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| Two hammers’ll tell niggas what we about
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| I ain’t got time for none of these muthafuckas
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| I got kids, nigga please, muthafucka
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| What you know about this muthafuckin' G shit?
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| If you know about it, then you know about this
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| Fuck with us, you get chipped
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| Dogg Pound Gangstas, we rare indeed
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| We got everything you want and need
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| Fuck with us, bitch
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| It ain’t hard, come after ya, capture ya
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| Fire shit up like Battlestar Galactica
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| Have problems with everybody, I was a headache
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| Snoop gave me non-playa hatin' Kool-Aid to drink
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| Now I’m cool with everybody, got my shit together
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| I’m out to get it and get it, any way, however
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| I’m shooting torpedoes the size of buildings
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| I’m the juggernaut, muthafucka, nigga, was illin'…
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| We in black leathers, black steel, black niggas that kill for less
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| Than a hundred dollar bill, that’s real
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| Concealed or conceal, see, the police is the crooked one
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| Some the sergeant, the captain, on down to the rookie ones
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| Streets is the same from the drugs and the gangs
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| It’s been here for years, see, the shit won’t change
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| I don’t blame nobody for my problems
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| An AK, TECs and automatic revolvers
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| You know that gat gon' holla holla
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| 1 in, 1 out
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| Two hammers’ll tell niggas what we about
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| I ain’t got time for none of these muthafuckas
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| I got kids, nigga please, muthafucka
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| What you know about this muthafuckin' G shit?
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| If you know about it, then you know about this
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| Fuck with us, you get chipped
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| Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we rare indeed
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| We got everything you want and need
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| Fuck with us, bitch
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| All y’all muthafuckas out there best’a recognize, analyze
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| 'Fore you become memorialized |