Daz Dillinger - Our Daily Bread Lyrics
Prince ital joe (daz):Yeah, death row (give it up, one time)Yes, to the man singThem all beats theyre crucial (give it up)Dogg pound (? ? ? )Nobody moves, freeze!, nobody gets hurtShoot first and ask questions laterThe motto, lyrically, artically, rip it...Daz:Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize, with your two eyesThe price, nigga, is keep striving for moreI broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thickRevolved around forty-four niggaz for the repSweat the whole block with the mack-90, automatic semi-techNow the whole shit is respectedSlowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laughYoure trying to catch a check you cant cashI do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claimAfter the kill, its remains the sameThe composure, gangstering, its got me, still down to bangWho can get close to the most notorious gang of em allDogg pound, amazing rage, rough and raw (dpg)The conversation aint much, now what up?Youre gapping and youre scrapping and you got a gap from the gatKurupt:I found a (what? ), more, I see the homies freeI bound to make more money than I ever dreamedIts the dpg, the gangsters on the tvCompletely, you cant defeat, delete speciesThat fool over there is out of his nestHes off the hood with techs and vestsDumping on different sets (whos that man? )D-a-zs my niggaIf he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures hes my niggaThe more I think about life and the world that surrounds usBeing from tha pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so whats up? )Im all about dropping bombsAnd possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind cant designSo lets let bygones be bygones, aim to shootAnd mash with your boys if youre down for making lootcause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorchedYoure caught up like being in court, fighting the warsNow I pause to take a sneak peek through the source (magazine)Our force is not revealing (what? ), we sold two million (damn!)Willingly we survived, willingly we strivedWe all multiply, dogg pound till we dieI thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half yourOrganizationSacred assassinations, fool, heres what youre facingThe diverse, youre in a worse situation, like that...Prince ital joe:Yeah, tell babylon that well never give up hope in the ghettocause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the skyWe wont ever, never give up the fight, seeWe, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggleThe struggle to survive, and to live goodTo bring food on the table for our families, seeTell babylon that we have hopeLike our brothers martin luther king and marcus garveyWe believe that we are true africansAnd we handle (? ? ? ) in this lifeWe wont kill our brothers no moreStab them with a knife, or shoot them with a guncause when we do we see their blood runAnd its not a pretty sightSo we dont love the parasites of this worldSucking the blood of the sufferersYeah!
