On the scene back again with the mothafuckin' grip

93 was the year P Dog came rippin' shit

Bouncin' out the belly of the beast

And still the same nigga

That was hollerin': "Fuck peace!"

But check it out it's the same old thing

Cause now the year's 94

And aint a damn thing changed

Niggaz still droppin' dead like flies

And i'm still lookin' for a way

To make us raise

I impose that I still hate the devil

(That's right!)

And I'm a mothafucka

That'll take your ass to the next level

Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end

(Yeah, and put it in the mix again!)

Yeah, now better listen why...



Yeah! Right back at you once again in 94...

P-Dog, righterous...

Back up in you with another mothafuckin' bomb...

And we kickin' the real...



So anyway I'ma do it this time

So you wanna hear

Specially designed for your mind and soldier's ear

Cause niggaz nowadays just shoot

[Gunshot]

And fuckin' with the crew

Will get your ass peeled like fruit

And everybody wanna be a Gee

The same sick house nigga mentality

Please, fuckin' with them fake fairytales

Nigga, i don't trip cause I still kicks the realiest shit

So please back on up, I'm lettin' off

Representin' Allah and I'm raw

Cause I'm god

So I hope you're listenin'

What I'm kickin: It's real

(Yeah, I keep'em comin' with the shit you fear)

Yeah, you better check it why?



Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man...

Shouts goin' out to all those fake-ass wanna-be...gees...



Just break it on down...



Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill...the hill...

Paris, I saw you standin' strong again...again...



So I'm still comin' on with this

(Still comin' strong with shit)

Shit that'll make ya brain come up wake up

Regonize that it aint nothin' but a thang

To see a nigga lockdown, underground or in the sweep

And you aint never gonna take me out cause I...

(...roll up mothafuckas and i'll break you down to side!)

Yeah, so keep your eyes on this

Fuck what you heard

(And watch the devil get served!)



Yeah, so now you know...

Scarface records, Paris...

Still hittin' you with the righterous shit....

The funky shit...

In the name of Allah...

And it aint gonna never change....

It don't stop...

It don't never stop...

So back your devil-ass sob off me...

And let me get my field...

Power, yeah!



Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill...the hill...

Paris, I saw you standin' strong again...again... (2x)



Yeah! Right back at you in 1994: P-Dog...

Guerrillas in the mist with the black fist...

And it aint never gonna change