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!