One By One

Now I can't trust none of these hoes nowadays

Cause they be runnin round with that shit called AIDS

and every girl I meet nowadays is lit

So I can't to do them what I would to do you, so...

Another session, check in session

Dogg Pound Gangstaz

I'm on top of the world, with niggaz with perms and jheri curls

Runnin around town with the flyest girls

Ain't no place like home, nigga that I can call my own

Smokin dove sacks and quarter pounds down to ozones (who you?)

I'm Dat, Nigga, D-A to the Z (uh-huh)

A motherfuckin playa, for the D-P to the G

Connectin lyrics like dot to dot, connectin blocks

I concoct vocals that's libel to make your heart stop

Termination completed, and I'm out like the seasons

Murderin MC's for no fuckin apparent reason (motherfucker)

Dis, lyricist, kicks lyrics

so intent to disable to kill your whole vocals existance

Like in for instance, the murderous methods of my ridin

The Thunderdome, niggaz had em squabbin

Shit, all I know is you could talk that talk (this Dogg Pound)

and you best to be able to walk that walk, because

we ride right, daylight, or after midnight

Game Trump tight, down to dump on sight

Call me the sniper with mo' chips than Wesley Snipes

Niggaz oppose me to get cracked like the pipe

Born in the East, raised a G on the West

Westide, smokin and rollin with a S on my chest

I roll swift as a pigeon, diggin niggaz graves in tomb stones alone

One on one, microphone or phone

Stampedin like a heard of buffalo you tumble

Now when you try to get up, motherfucker you stumbled

Now it's a must that I can bust, from the shots from my 12 gauge

dust to get you high blown in the meanwhile my profile

of my styles unusual from a buckwild child

But in the meanwhile...

I can tear that ass off be like an Al B. song

I maul fifty MC's, divided just by one

Now who's the greatest motherfucker other than myself

Droppin lyrical vitamins for your health, motherfucker

One by one, we'll start to subtract

And see how many motherfuckers got your back

Cause when it comes down to it, we outs to clown

It's them Dogg Pound Gangstaz, puttin it down

Now picture that ass and frame it, what a shame

motherfucker to remain to obtain game

I'm on another journey, my mind set on twisted

gettin twisted and twist this fool for his grip then dash

Daz in the Jeeps that the church drive

cause he don't give a fuck, and down to put in work

And this is how it's done like one two three

Kurupt, and I'm quick to fuck shit up on G.P., lethal

There's no stoppin me, top notch, there's no equal

to the philosophies that I concoct

We makin examples out of motherfuckers like you

Nigga there's no idea, nigga, and there's no clue, you through

You outta here motherfucker, finished you scared admit it

Your new album... shiiiit!

So realize with your two eyes that my rhyme hypnotize

just like Jim Jones bapnitized his followers

The wrath, of the slaughter, have you ever heard of a

serve from my homey now he rhyme for baby sharks (and I)

I load for ammo for ammo the young hollow is dippin

to Pomona Ave to ride up on you on the corner

It's kinda cold, how his ass got smoked (well alright)

And now you know that we ain't no joke

I never trust a busta, so I never trust yo' ass

Hope you got satellites around when we bust yo' ass

I peeped you out the sides of my eyes, cause I be peepin

Murderous situations, you got yourself knee deep in

You're walkin around while you're sleepin

So awake yourself nigga then break yourself

And I don't give a fuck if your money is spent

I want your hat to your clothes cause dollars make sense

I got so many hoes on my dick, I gotta shake hoes

and I'm controllin mines, like Waco

Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus

Super supreme I plot schemes like Stephen King and

DPG, yeah I thought you knew, DPG

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, DPG