[Intro: Prince Ital Joe & Kurupt]

Yeah, Death Row

Give it up

One time

Yes, to the man sing

Them all beats they're crucial

Give it up

Dogg Pound vicinity

Nobody moves, freeze!

Nobody gets hurt

Shoot first and ask questions later

The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it...

[Verse 1: Daz]

Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize

With your two eyes

The prize

Nigga, is keep striving for more

I broke laws, defied many, show skills of a rider when few was thick

Revolved around forty-four niggas for the rep, swept

The whole block with the Mack-90

Automatic semi-tech

Now the whole shit is respect

Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh

You're trying to catch a check you can't cash

I do it, for the rep' and the name, and for the hood that I claim

After the kill, it's remains the same

The composure, gangsterness got me, still down to bang

Who can come 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 yapping and you're scrapping and you got capped for the yap

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

I found a (what?), more, I see the homies free

I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed

It's the DP, G the gangsters on the TV

Completely, you can't defeat the elite species

That fool over there is out of his nest

He's stalking hoods with tecs 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 design

So let's let bygones be bygones, aim and shoot

And mash with your boys if you're down for making loot

'Cause if not, when the heat get hot you get scorched

You're caught up like being in court, fighting divorce

Now I'm forced

To take a sneak peek through The Source (Magazine)

Of course it's not revealing (what?), we sold two million (damn!)

Willingly we survived, willingly we strive

We all multiply, Dogg Pound 'till we die

I thought you knew about

The two about to run through about

Half your organization

Suffered assassinations

Fool, here's what you're facing

The diverse, you're in a worse situation

Like that...

[Outro: 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 have a purpose 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!