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 ain?t 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 ain?t never gonna change