Intro:

Intro: 
Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack 
Don't wanna fuck with me 
(Dogg Pound Gangstaz) 
We do it like that 
Motherfuckers out there be like, takin our styles 
Be trying to do they own little dissing 
but they can't do it, you know 
So we gonna, do it like this 
Sit back relax and get a cool one 
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz 
Have you ever heard of a slughter, I oughta start dippin 
Sippin on that S-T get's me to trippin 
I don't slips I bangs 
with that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang it's a DPG thang 
Kurupt from the S.
You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times 
Like a hollow point headed for your dome 
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on 
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental 
I subdue, and then take two to your temple 
when I cause holocoust from what's spittin 
Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin 
Look, this is how it's done nigga (one two three) 
I grab my strap you best run nigga 
I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click 
Littlest G, with the biggest dick 
Shit, a motherfucker betta recognize 
With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die 
I snack on motherfuckers like a bone 
Known to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was bown 
Not to ever love a bitch 
Learned game after game, that's why we are the best 
Motherfuckers be gankin styles minute after minute 
But soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz shitted 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
Now what would you do? 
If you could fuck with me and my crew 
But you can't so don't even think about 
steppin in the motherfuckin house 
Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt 
Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay 
Every single day in the LBC 
Cruisin through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style 
When I back up a green six-fo' bustin free styles 
There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case 
How much money can a nigga make in one place? 
The review, ain't shit new 
You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck wit my crew 
I see all these niggaz tryin to get with my kin folk 
Get so many busters on the West Coast 
And then to say the least 
I see a few trick ass niggaz layin low on the East Coast 
And the question is asked 
Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz 
I'll be the first one to him em 
Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocckout and every nigga down with him 
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer 
And I steal a half, motherfucker cuz it's like that 
Chorus: 1/2 
Verse Three: Kurupt, Daz 
There's so many motherfuckers that I can include 
Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud 
It doesn't make a difference, cuz it's about 
who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence 
For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools 
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room 
Assume, it's only for conversation, so let's 
conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip 
Empty out the clip 
Mind on stead-trip, cuz niggaz talk shit 
Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died 
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive? 
And if I was in your shoes, would I survive? 
Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go pop 
Now drop, to your knees 
And picture Dat Nigga Daz (flowin) flowin in the breeze 
Chorus 
Outro: 
From the twitch of the eyes 
You can see the line, just know it when you see it 
Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know 
And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine 
Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast 
Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so 
Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy 
In the way like a stray dog 
Trying to climb, every bitch on his arm 
Cock-blockers, come in every color 
Even blue, now this is true 
Trying to fuck your woman, and even you 
Now what the fuck would