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tha dogg pound - best run lyrics

gangsta sh-t, i’ma show you how the gangsters do it
word to mother, kurupt young gotti
excuse me for a second while i blow, on this bomb
{-inhaling and coughing-}
beans, beanie sigel, yeah
daz dillinger, dat n-gg- daz, b-tches

i gotta little bit of somethin that you’ll never understand
with that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand
got so many different advances, different chances
lead to different circ-mstances, enhancements
calibers, mental mind gallagher, sh-lls
hit n-gg-z like hammers h-t nails
i’m apocalypse 6000, i remember that hoe
b-tch don’t you owe me 6000? i’m countin(?) to ten

i slide through on some ol’ outlandish sh-t
and roll up anybody on some skanless sh-t
many try to be i, wanna bang the gang
screamin our name, the dogg pound gangsta gang
they call me young rosco, young and ho-stile
if it ain’t on d’s, then i can’t even ride yo
i’m so caught up in the streets i need to lie low
and i’m runnin out of sheets, to weed that i blow

best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum
slugs at the thugs, y’all n-gg-z don’t want none
here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y’all n-gg-z don’t want none
here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y’all n-gg-z don’t want none
here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
slugs at you thugs, y’all n-gg-z don’t want none

the gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat
(blow up fam) you fold up fan, you’re fruit cat
n-gg-z gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks
when i roll up fam (yeah n-gg-) produce scr-ps (kick in)
you know i’m all about the street dollars
follow your trail and blaze n-gg-z with +techs+ like ‘sheed wallace
they say the streets talk and i ain’t hearin a word
feet to the ground got my ear to the curb
roll with n-gg-z disappear in them burbs
pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst
(listen) – in other words stop talkin
i slim up your legs, curl up your hands, n-gg- you stop walkin
when the fifth stain leave sh-t stains off in
your pampers, get your sh-t bag changed often
you n-gg-z soft and the fifth lift chains off often
get your block chalked when the glock start barkin

who wanna get ’em up? n-gg- let’s get ’em up
why the f–k they act like you know, and so we did ’em up
when the uz’ bruise i serve crews, act like you know
rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes
i ain’t impressed off dues with that bullsh-t, i pull quick
and y’all dumb hoes suck d-ck – she just a b-tch
i hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?)
i get sh-t, get get done with it, and so i get out
the smallest of my hustle so i floss off bones
pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you step
seven to ten n-gg-z drop when they step
don’t sweat the technique or get chin-checked

pimpin never gave a f–k, sigel daz and kurupt
rosco, (?) you can’t bite my sh-t, it causes fiascoes
my rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco
i’m dippin, rollin, that’s the way the (?) bowl
d.p.g.’s bowl, r.o.c. soul
controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes
rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke

dogg pound gangstaville, where the gangsters at
sigel came to roll through and smoke us out
so what’s wrong with that? n-gg-, ha? yeah
daz dillinger, yo, the one-shotter
shootin n-gg-z down cause it’s nuttin
the first n-gg- to take off, n-gg- boulder boy
yo, kurupt young gotti, ha?
you know that n-gg-, that one n-gg-, set it off on ya
pleezbelieveit ya b-tch
i know b-tches when i see a b-tch and youse a b-tch
and b-tches get treated like b-tches.

roc-a-fella, dogg pound n-gg-!

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