Daz Dillinger   Talk to 'em   Kurupt young Gotti   Talk to 'em   Big Jigga nigga, what?   Come on      Psycho, like no, bitch ass nigga so   When you see the D O double G sneak creep low   In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur   Psycho, like no, bitch ass nigga so   When you see the R O to the C sneak creep low   Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler   R O C, D P G motherfuckers      Hold up love   You know Jigga man resume, blow up drugs   Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves   Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel   Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew killed   Perro ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my   Name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC   R O C   With the D P G nigga      Hold up wait a minute and   All my thugs get gangsta with it   Get what?   Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the pound   with Roc La Familia      Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas   D cut through with 2 way Motorolas   Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon motherfucker   Hollow tip, stainless Teflon motherfucker   Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka   With the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick   Saddam Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud   And about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot      Calicos collective, have you ever seen a   Four so clean like a brand new nina   My nigga Daz   Sigel Sigel   Jigga, Memph, in bad ass Impalas   Butt naked bitches and pop collars   The popular scholar, this is the beginnin'   With the hollow tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'   Never have you ever seen a G like me   Rollin' with the Roc, straight D P G      Don't change the game for these hoes   Who plays the game like we supposed   That nigga Daz in the house   D P G C fo' L I F E, Roc D O double G      Don't change the game for these hoes   Who plays the game like we supposed   Young Gotti in the house   Two-shotty, quick to catch a body   So put a dick in ya mouth, ya bitch      Don't change the game for these hoes   Who plays the game like we supposed   Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler   R O C, D P G motherfuckers      B I G still talkin' through the voice of I   For Tupac they yellin' ra da da da da da   Not a Blood or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip   Put dubs on the whip, got bigger guns   Than the fuzz on my hip, cock back let it rip   Won't stop that 'til the whole clip's gone   Click, Click! Okay, let's not forget   'Cause you got a vest on all I'm aimin is Teflon      I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker   And this rifle, right for your head motherfucker   Young Hova in da house   Everybody get down   Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how that sound      Cha-pow, layin' all you wack niggaz down   Blowed out chromed out, swervin' through ya town   What up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt   Laid back actin' a nut, waitin' to 'rupt   No remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust   Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin' it up   Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone   All alone, roam ya neighborhood high      High stylin', profilin', y'all comin' after me   In actuality they fake the technicality   Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family   On site niggaz died for they salary   We the gang and we walk like we talk   And we stalk and we do what we do after dark   Get one shot Dillinger Roc La Familia      Don't change the game for these hoes   Who plays the game like we supposed   Sigel Sigel in the house   Uh huh, sick bastard   Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted      Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up quick   Got 'em diggin' ditches up quick   Got you niggaz spittin' up 'cause I'm sick   Gettin' up slow from hits from the fifth   Let a row go quick from the clip      Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin' a bitch   You see light then you takin' a trip   Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance   I'll holla, while you holla in the ambulance   Stop, it's the Roc nigga R O C   With the D O G on ya block   Fuck the C O P's, let me see those trees   No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe      Relax bitch, don't act bitch, we don't stop   It's the R O C, geah who forgot   You never thought Bleek walk on a track before   Hit a switch in a black 6-4 before   Down on sunset I run sets, I does that   Niggaz look at me and be like damn I was that   I'm the Understanding with my peeps, fuck foes   Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough      Get cha mind right nigga 'fore you mention me   Your click ain't too thorough to mention we   Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic   Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could 'cause traffic   Who want rump, get it crunk with me   I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump with me?   You catch Bleek in B.K. or down in L.A.   With my W and E up nigga, who want play?      Psycho, like no, bitch ass nigga so   When you see the R O to the C sneak creep low   I will not, lose