Sooo Much Style

Have you ever seen... sooo much style?
We bout to do it a little somethin like this
Cause it's dogg pound on mines, you know what i'm sayin?
(and you don't stop)
Fuck all your motherfuckers
(and you don't quit)
And umm... for some strange reason
(and you don't stop)
Niggaz like to duplicate
(and you don't quit)
(and you don't stop)
Transformin ass side bustas, daz
(and you don't quit)

[dat niggaz daz]
Come get at me, and play get back
The plots, concoct thoughts on dat, can you counteract?
I'm openin my eyes, and my thoughs a blink
(but yet and still) there's no ideal what these thoughts contain
All alone (like) like no else around
In the area (say what) runnin shit from here to siberia
Now is this a jack?

[kurupt]
Nigga yes it is
Cause i'm a young gun like emilio estevez

[dat nigga daz]
And dreaded, how you get shredded like paper
Tryin to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta
That, automatic straps that's supposed to
Be hittin new clothes and expose
Knows, not, who to step to
This fool select to get his whole jock connect too
I select too so motherfucker bow down
Niggaz swear the pound got so much style

*chorus*
Sooo many styles (repeat 3x)
*repeat 4x*

[kurupt]
Now have you ever seen me? seen meaning saw
Niggaz running up in me murdering em all
My composure, stays above sixty degrees before
I enter in a circle and start maraudin mc's
The hysteria starts, multiplied two times
Supplied by the vibes, here's a run wild style
They can't match, in the back of my vocab batch
If you come in and take the stash nigga i'll start from scratch
So enter in my zone, i refuse to be dethroned
I got a microphone i had to kill and murder to own
From the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes
Emotionless shit registers in my mind when i get high
The darkest secrets, keep it untold
When it's revealed the amityville mirage will unfold
Take flight, i ignite like c dash 4
With daz i blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war
My creations, mental invasions
Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, with so much style

Chorus 2x

[dat nigga daz]
Now let me take a second, for dat nigga daz
To amaze with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone
Fuck up the scene, drop bombs upon the microphone
How can you see me when i'm already high and blown
To the fullest, kurupt pull the mc's card
Now the pound is blessed, like dove
I'm a dogg, we gotta get paid, we gotta get paid

[kurupt]
Every single day our shit is gettin played
So conclusively is the conclusion
The art of illusion
Niggaz step in the midst of confusion
How can you see what can't be viewed?
Dpg has the ability to end a whole feud
So forget it, you're feelin lyrically energetic
So i sentence you to death by use of poetics
That's my realm, so don't even try to explore it
Niggaz tried and wonder why they lost they whole life for it

[dat nigga daz]
Niggaz don't realize what's with the pound
Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be jumpin
No suggestions needed when my mac-90 start dumpin
Let me explain (whassup) niggaz don't know what time it is
I ain't even tryin to make friends
Fuck the bullshit the idiotic type bullshit
That you be stressin, let me get to the lesson
Peep me out, now you know
Ninety-four's the year now we fuck up hoes
Ninety-five we survive everyday
And what they say (we got styles)

*chorus to end with spoken shoutouts to dpg over*