A Doggz Day Afternoon

Yeah! Straight up nine to five

Kurupt the motherfucking Kingpin, dat nigga Daz

Creeping and crawling through your hood, smoking, loccin

Provoking punk motherfuckers like this stuff, wuz happening?

In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases

Mentalest telepathy, lyrically it amazes

Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine

An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons

In my zone (zone) you can't even find like Atlantis

Stalk like a praying mantis, leaving battered bodies on the canvas

The burial ground for clowns, open casket

Tracking niggas down like fucking basset hounds

Tragic how the mic gets handled

Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal

The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage

Double access with a brand new motherfucking mic

Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known

To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems

For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in

With the click got checks that shit

And once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit

I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers

Am so blown, shown for lootin? Grab the microphone alone

Like Jodeci, notice-see ya self needs help

The homie style got the strap on deck

Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you (Break you)

Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes

Now the paper is made, now don't think twice

Niggas is getting pimped because their game ain't tight

Now well, well (well), where the ballers dwell

Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell

I makes that fast cash, hmm dat Nigga Dax

I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast in half

DPG-eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismembering

Motherfuck surrendering. who, what, when, let's tear shit the fuck up

The homies cooling while you an' ya chest get fucking blue an'

Provoke us, survey with the superior focus

I'm that nigga like dad, crooked as scoliosis

It's impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive

It's left to ya instict of survival

Mashin, cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind

You define it I'm mentally silly and batter

It doesn't matter when ya into it

Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded

I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted

Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot

Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block

Stop let the whole place evacuate

Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates

Duck-down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hos can't play me

Observe I serve those that betray me

I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light

And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight

I ain't never seen a G that would go for that

Especially when he knows Tha dogg Pound got his back

I ain't never seen a game that did multiply

We getting kinda deep, yeah the crew'll die

And who am I?

And who am I?

That crazy motherfucker from the DPG

Do or die!