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)