Initiated/Thug Pound Daz Dillinger (Ft. 2Pac, Kurupt & Outlawz)

[Intro: 2Pac]
Live in this motherfucker
Thug Pound, bitch
Kurupt
Daz
Makaveli
E.D.I.
Kastro
Hussein
You know, bitch, the whole motherfuckin' clique
We gon' hit your ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row, bitch, hahaha
Ayo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it on the Westside, nigga
Ridin', ride on
What, bitch?
We ballin', huh
For real
For real

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
For real, I got a cartridge of blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button, thinkin' that it was what it wasn't (Uh-huh)
Shit's hectic, the bomb Vietnam rhyme don
With the semi-auto, fracture your torso to your spine
The back cracker, smack you with my verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer all across the planet
Niggas crumble like granite from Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic (Uh-huh)
Probable cause to get hit (Hit), shit (Shit)
Niggas best get physically and mentally fit (Fit)
Show your ho, I ignore her
For real, and I can tell, on the DL, I got an indecent proposal for her (Bitch)
Mashin' in the Ford Explorer, hellhound holds the horror
Escape from the Box of Pandora with somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound, vocal viper to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch, the Nicky Scarfo
Comin' through to bust death spreads through camps like Parvo
Young Gotti, Kurupt SC with the dope and the green weed
Indeed, I'm out to get high and supply what you need
Mr. Postman, comin' through with all the mail
What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to hell