sooo much style

have you ever seen. sooo much style?

we bout to do it a little somethin like this

cause it's dogg pound on mines

you know what i'm sayin?

fuck all your motherfuckers

and umm. for some strange reason

niggaz like to duplicate

transformin ass side bustas

daz

come get at me

and play get back

the plots

concoct thoughts on dat

can you counteract?

i'm openin my eyes

and my thoughs a blink

there's no ideal what these thoughts contain

all alone like no else around

in the area runnin shit from here to siberia

now is this a jack?

nigga yes it is

cause i'm a young gun like emilio estevez

and dreaded

how you get shredded like paper

tryin to intrude on the caper

who the hell can relate ta

that

automatic straps that's supposed to

be hittin new clothes and expose

knows

not

who to step to

this fool select to get his whole jock connect too

i select too so motherfucker bow down

niggaz swear the pound got so much style

sooo many styles

now have you ever seen me? seen meaning saw

niggaz running up in me murdering em all

my composure

stays above sixty degrees before

i enter in a circle and start maraudin mc's

the hysteria starts

multiplied two times

supplied by the vibes

here's a run wild style

they can't match

in the back of my vocab batch

if you come in and take the stash nigga i'll start from scratch

so enter in my zone

i refuse to be dethroned

i got a microphone i had to kill and murder to own

from the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes

emotionless shit registers in my mind when i get high

the darkest secrets

keep it untold

when it's revealed the amityville mirage will unfold

take flight

i ignite like c dash 4

with daz i blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war

my creations

mental invasions

thoughts that's able to annihilate generations

with so much style

now let me take a second

for dat nigga daz

to amaze with the ways to catch snap bones

let alone

fuck up the scene

drop bombs upon the microphone

how can you see me when i'm already high and blown

to the fullest

kurupt pull the mc's card

now the pound is blessed

like dove

i'm a dogg

we gotta get paid

we gotta get paid

every single day our shit is gettin played

so conclusively is the conclusion

the art of illusion

niggaz step in the midst of confusion

how can you see what can't be viewed?

dpg has the ability to end a whole feud

so forget it

you're feelin lyrically energetic

so i sentence you to death by use of poetics

that's my realm

so don't even try to explore it

niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it

niggaz don't realize what's with the pound

blueberry smokes clears the town when me and kurupt puts it down

from the shoulders we be sling with the straps

we be jumpin

no suggestions needed when my mac-90 start dumpin

let me explain niggaz don't know what time it is

i ain't even tryin to make friends

fuck the bullshit the idiotic type bullshit

that you be stressin

let me get to the lesson

peep me out

now you know

ninety-four's the year now we fuck up hoes

ninety-five we survive everyday

and what they say