Our Daily Bread (feat. Kurupt & Prince Ital Joe)

Yeah, Death Row

Give it up

One time

Yeah, so the man sing

Dem the beat them crucial

Give it up

Dogg Pound vicinity

Nobody move

Freeze!

Nobody gets hurt

Shoot first and ask questions later

The motto

Lyrically, artically, rip it

Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize

With your two eyes

The pride, ****, is keep strivin' for more

I broke laws, define many

Showed skills of a rider when few was thick

Revolved around 44 **** for the rep

Swept the whole block with the Mac 90

Automatic semi-tech

Now, the whole shit is respect

Slowly, but surely, homies catching death wishes, and laugh

You're tryna catch a check you can't cash

I do it for the rapper, the name, and for the hood that I claim

After the kill, it remains the same

The composure, gangstering, it's got me, still down to bang

Who can get close to the most notorious gang of 'em all

Dogg Pound, amazing Rage, rough and raw

The conversation ain't much, now what up?

You're yapping and you're scrapping and you got cap for the gat

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

I'm bound to make more money than I ever dreamed

It's the DPG, the gangsters on TV

Completely, you can't defeat the elite species

That fool over there is out his nest

He's off the hood with techs and vests

Dumpin' on different sets (Who dat man?)

D-A-Z's my ****

If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figure, he's my ****

The more I think about life, and the world that surrounds

Being from the Pound, instantly penitentiary bound

I'm all about droppin' bombs

And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind can design

So let's let bygones be bygones, and aim to 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 the wars

Now I'm forced to take a sneak peek through The Source (Magazine)

Of course it's not revealing, we sold two million

Willingly, we survived, willingly, we strived

We all multiply, Dogg Pound till we die

I thought you knew about the two about

To run through about half of your organization

Sacred assassinations, fool, here's what you're facing

The diverse, you're in a worse situation (like that)

Yeah, tell Babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto

'Cause every day 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

Suckin' the blood of the sufferers

Yeah