Our Daily Bread

Lyrics

[Intro: Prince Ital Joe & Kurupt] Yeah, Death Row Give it up One time Yes, to the man sing Them all beats they're crucial Give it up Dogg Pound vicinity Nobody moves, freeze! Nobody gets hurt Shoot first and ask questions later The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it... [Verse 1: Daz] Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize With your two eyes The prize Nigga, is keep striving for more I broke laws, defied many, show skills of a rider when few was thick Revolved around forty-four niggas for the rep, swept The whole block with the Mack-90 Automatic semi-tech Now the whole shit is respect Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh You're trying to catch a check you can't cash I do it, for the rep' and the name, and for the hood that I claim After the kill, it's remains the same The composure, gangsterness got me, still down to bang Who can come close to the most notorious gang of 'em all Dogg Pound, amazing Rage, rough and raw (DPG) The conversation ain't much, now what up? You're yapping and you're scrapping and you got capped for the yap [Verse 2: Kurupt] I found a (what?), more, I see the homies free I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed It's the DP, G the gangsters on the TV Completely, you can't defeat the elite species That fool over there is out of his nest He's stalking hoods with tecs and vests Dumping on different sets (who's that man?) D-A-Z's my nigga If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he's my nigga The more I think about life and the world that surrounds us Being from Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so what's up?) I'm all about dropping bombs And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind can design So let's let bygones be bygones, aim and shoot And mash with your boys if you're down for making loot 'Cause if not, when the heat get hot you get scorched You're caught up like being in court, fighting divorce Now I'm forced To take a sneak peek through The Source (Magazine) Of course it's not revealing (what?), we sold two million (damn!) Willingly we survived, willingly we strive We all multiply, Dogg Pound 'till we die I thought you knew about The two about to run through about Half your organization Suffered assassinations Fool, here's what you're facing The diverse, you're in a worse situation Like that... [Outro: Prince Ital Joe] Yeah, Tell Babylon that we'll never give up hope in the ghetto Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky We won't ever, never give up the fight, see We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle The struggle to survive, and to live good To bring food on the table for our families, see Tell Babylon that we have hope Like our brothers Martin Luther King and Marcus Garvey We believe that we are true Africans And we have a purpose in this life We won't kill our brothers no more Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun Cause when we do we see their blood run And it's not a pretty sight So we don't love the parasites of this world Sucking the blood of the sufferers Yeah!