Gang Meeting / Gang Bangin Ass Criminal (Intro)

[Part One - Gang Meeting (Intro)] [Daz Dillinger] Yeah, Daz Dillinger Finna take you into some gangster shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you finsta know about What we call Gangsta Rap This is for the niggas who was down from day one [Tray Deee] Looka here, looka here, you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin' Strugglin' from day to day-tryin' to flip a fifty dollar double up-to buy a bag of weed-a fresh pair of khakis-and take a bitch to the movie-ass niggas, to get your money man, get paid These motherfuckers is cut off welfare How we goin' eat, if we don't cheat? These sons of bitches done even made a game out of young black niggas' lives Strikin' us out from left to right, with no motherfuckin' end in sight Fuck that, sell your dope Get your jack on, get your sag on Put your rag on and get your motherfuckin' bang on, niggas 'Cause it's on, goddammit it's on Now where the hell you 'bout to go, youngster? [Techniec & Tray Deee] Go ride, nigga We 'bout to go get the homies, nigga, right now Oh yeah, motherfucker, it's on Ayy, come on Bad Azz, let's dip, nigga It's on now, nigga (It's on) [Ty Cuzz & Daz Dillinger] Ayy, ayy, nigga What's up, nigga? What's up? Ayy, nigga Sup? Nigga, the homie called a big shot today, nigga Word?! Nigga, you weren't at the meetin' today, nigga Man, I had to take my baby to the doctor today, man What's up? Nigga Nigga, ayy, we can't really talk right now though, nigga Alright But uh, it's goin' down later on 9:30, nigga "The Big Man" home, nigga (Dogg Pound Gangsta, nigga) Be there, nigga (Straight up) Yeah (Dogg Pound) [Bad Azz & Daz Dillinger] What's up, Daz Dillinger? Shit, Bad Azz, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man 'Least half these punk ass, motherfuckin' niggas around here bullshittin' Blowin' up the spot, nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar Man, I'm tryna have— Man, I ain't tryin' to go for none of this whole bullshit Man, you know my plot, nigga I'm up constantly, in my solo hood Ayy, we might as well do somethin' together To make this move on over here, 'cause you know— I know where the knot to be, dog (Eastside) [Part Two - Gang Bangin' Ass Criminal] [Verse 1: Kurupt] I'm comin' through your zone, ignite shit Dogg Pound Gangstas, to "flame-the-light" shit 'Cause I own all I'm 20 feet tall, the biggest wall built, fuck around and get killed, get shook For tryin' to sneak a peak in my book Comatose-overdose of thoughts when he look The forbidden (What?) The hidden zone that I'm hittin' Don't play with my intelligence, nigga as the heat slittin' My right front palm So I only got two choices low key; either blast or bomb, Vietnam I bring the pain; rain, snow, sleet, or hails (Uh-huh) Execution style, as the shells from the heat fell down to the ground like the rest of the dummies That's what the fuck you get for tryna' play with my money (Motherfuckers) It's nothin' but the Dogg Pound Gangstas Mashers, verbal disasters, .38 stashes [Verse 2: Tray Deee] I arise in disguise and surprise that ass (Yes) Once you thought you caught me short, I'ma ride and blast With the cannon, we landin' shit all up in your knots When niggas drop, then they stop with the plannin' and plots Got a stock on my gauge, with notches of brave Mark niggas carved in it, they tried to win and got sprayed Rip the gates, flip the page to chapter three First rule: dead fools can't come after me I master free-styles of catastrophe Ask for G, a nigga best to answer me My rep long as the beach that I represent (Eastside) Dare a nigga with my stare not to step to this [Verse 3: Daz Dillinger] Now, oh yeah, Tray Deee I mean, I seen the whole plot, be on alert, they get shot Anywhere under, that nigga popped So drop the microphone on my own, I shown to blown Away faulty MC's with the smudge or a chrome I take the fame down on my own lyrical name When the seasons change, when the storms and hurricanes Why strain? Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise On stage it get nice, skatin' on mics like ice, twice in a day I get drunk, smother punks with a plastic bag sack in the truck Because they rhymes is glam, my shit bump like the doctor Comin' through bouncin' with the droptop, like gangstas chillin' on the block (Ayy, dog get you some) Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like Capone when shit get thick for my clique Forty-fives and nines, three-eighties and automatics (Uh) Slitherin', comin' through for you and your boys with some static I gotta have it, lovin' the thrill of the drama Enthusin' me to gets mine on with the slaughter I ought to be known as Daz Dillinger For the shit that I'm known for; a Dogg Pound criminal [Verse 4: Soopafly] Now if the spot's hot, I hit the switch, make the top drop Don't stop, it's Soopafly with the sho shot Won't stop, I got your whole shit took Look and listen, I rendition the rhymes with precision You can't faze, amaze me, I blaze like a saddle It's Dogg Pound Gangstas, hoverin' like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make it stick I never met a motherfucker who can fade my clique You serve, y'all make the twitch like a nerve You'll try to step to my wild style superb Adjectives and verbs, action packed with the words I'll make it stop, the jaws drop and observe I serve the block with Kurupt, Daz, Style, and Tray Deee We be comin' with the shit that be the bomb, baby And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta won't knock you to the floor Either you stupid as fuck, or just don't know [Verse 5: Bad Azz] Now I know, you know, you stupid as fuck I bust like a sawed-off pump, double barrel on 'em Black Gambinos at casinos, get De Niro on 'em If I want 'em, I'm gon' get 'em If I gotta shot a nine twice, that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty, don't try to test a rider Tempt me, simply, bust hot lead inside ya Find ya dead or fightin' for your life with your last few Live with hot lead from gun blast Outlaws, outcast, low lifes, outlast Long Beach niggas blast, yeah, them Eastsiders ride The most, the coast, the west, the best weed and bitches Sippin', hittin' switches, dippin', hittin' up in niggas Itchy fingers on triggers, itty, bitty niggas, ready for a war We'll kick down your door, drawin' heat and lay everybody down on the floor [Verse 6: Techniec] It's the same thing, different places With snakes, cowards and strong-arm robbery cases Niggas faces on paper chases, it was seen, it was written It ain't forbidden for homies to be splittin' Disagreein' on what was hittin', knowin' what occurs The many obstacles, impressions to defeat from gettin' served (Gettin' served) Growin' up is rough, your name hits the streets, it gets tough You can get scuffed and stuffed, then I guess, you had enough ('Nough) Overbearin' crimes is sequential It ain't coincidental that I keeps it stored in my mental My eyes is for seein', so I watch (Watch), bodies and plots run the plots Callin' shots, hold your knots (Nigga) Grips, that's why I keeps my dip in progress 'Cause bodies of weed tryna to defeat the progress I just ain't the one for the mischief, ya hear Young Josey sees loot, I got a mission to hit And constantly flips scripts how the world revolves Fast talkin' and quick draws, how the problems is solved I want it all (I want it all) But it's movin' too slow, I'm 'bout to blow I don't know which way to go Was on the right path, I thought Went out doin' dirt, and worry about gettin' caught (Gettin' caught, gettin' caught, gettin' caught)