[Produced by Paris]

[Verse 1]

On the scene back again with the mothafuckin' grip

Ninety-three was the year P-Dog came rippin' shit

Bouncin' out the belly of the beast

And still the same nigga that was hollerin', "Fuck peace!"

But check it out, it's the same old thing

Cause now the year's ninety-four and ain't a damn thing changed

Niggas still droppin' dead like flies

And I'm still lookin' for a way to make us rise

I emphasize that I still hate the devil (That's right!)

And I'm a mothafucka that'll take your ass to the next level

Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end

(Yeah, and put it in the mix again!)

Yeah, now better listen why

[Interlude]

Yeah! Right back at you once again in '94

P-Dog, righteous

Back up in you with another mothafuckin' bomb

And we kickin' the real

[Verse 2]

So, anyway I'mma do it this time so you wanna hear

Specially designed for your mind and a soldier's ear

Cause niggas nowadays just shoot

And fuckin' with the crew will get your ass peeled like fruit

And everybody wanna be a Gee

The same sick house nigga mentality

Please, fuckin' with them fake fairytales

Nigga, I don't trip cause I still kicks the realest shit

So please back on up, I'm lettin' off

Representin' Allah and I'm raw cause I'm God

So I hope you're listenin' what I'm kickin', it's real

(Yeah, I keep'em comin' with the shit you fear)

Yeah, you better check it why?

Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man...

Shouts goin' out to all those fake-ass wanna-be... gees

Just break it on down...

Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill, the hill

Paris, I saw you standin' strong again, again

[Verse 3]

So I'm still comin' on with this (Still comin' strong with shit)

Shit that'll make ya brain come up wake up

Regonize that it ain't nothin' but a thing

To see a nigga locked down, underground or in the sweep

And you ain't never gonna take me out cause I

(...roll up mothafuckas and i'll break you down to side!)

Yeah, so keep your eyes on this, fuck what you heard

(And watch the devil get served!)

Yeah, so now you know

Scarface records, Paris

Still hittin' you with the righteous shit

The funky shit

In the name of Allah

And it ain't gonna never change

It don't stop

It don't never stop

So back your devil-ass sob off me

And let me get my field

Power, yeah!

Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill, the hill

Paris, I saw you standin' strong again, again (2x)

Yeah! Right back at you in 1994: P-Dog

Guerrillas in the mist with the black fist

And it ain't never gonna change!