Who Wants To be A Dope M.C

I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention

As I come through, for you and your crew

It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use

I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless

To step to this, we in effect we dangerous

Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)

Cause Heltah Skeltah and this Pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)

If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)

Game Trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

Life without money, that's like breathing with no air

Prepare, there's no love in warfare

Engage, I meet the front page, like Nicholas Cage

And get served, front and center stage

I'm breakin through, throw up your Teflon barriers

And get penetrated, telekinetic superior

Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-D

Hittin every galaxy, throwin up D.P.

We in the house, even when we outdoors

We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth

From here to down South to the Westside, my vocals Test Drive

You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me

So say OH, you love the real shit frequently

OH for Dogg P-O-you-N-D and be -see-see

Me, Bummy J and the D-A-Z Dillinger and Ruckus

And Kurupt what? We equal fo' bad motherfuckers

You want lumps? We got some, worse than that we got guns

From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done

Oowops son, and mad Glock 9's, the red dot kind

To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees

Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the Ruckus vocally

Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be

On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed

You know it's the, Show After-Party Hotel like Jodeci

Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries

I know you be, on my dick Pah but yo I totally

Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

Now who, wants to be a real dope MC

Like Heltah Skeltah and the D-P-G

Swervin all through your fuckin town

And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah!

Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not

That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop

I took tricks to New Jerz to Cape Cod

You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds

And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice

And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice

Who could it be comin through in all blue?

Dogg Pound Gangstaz, number one, number two

Never evade the principle, the top principal

Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin

I lay the cards on the table, take a pick

The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split

That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame

And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces

Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind

No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes

Waitin for poetical Satan, creatin slaughters

Runnin through camps like Walter Payton

I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes

You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes

Motherfucker

Yeah, and that's how we do it

Heltah Skeltah and Tha Dogg Pound

Runnin this motherfucker

Yeah!