Did Tha Dogg Pound diss Bone Thugs N Harmony back in 95 on Dogg Food?

[JohnnyL]

Does anybody have the "Shots To Da Double Glock" track, i never heard it but i heard it's a Dogg Pound diss.

You should just get the whole Bone album Eternal East 1999, straight classic from start till finish

Yeah, i might do that. Haven't really heard any albums from Bone except "Creepin On Ah Come Up".

Chances are if you like Creepin' On Ah Come Up you'll probably like East 1999 Eternal.  They are very similar in style.  I think Art of War is really when they started taking their music in a bit of a different direction.

[Ridah662]

Does anybody have the "Shots To Da Double Glock" track, i never heard it but i heard it's a Dogg Pound diss.

You should just get the whole Bone album Eternal East 1999, straight classic from start till finish

Yeah, i might do that. Haven't really heard any albums from Bone except "Creepin On Ah Come Up".

I look at East 1999 as an extension on Creepin, similar sound and content. Even though they are not from the west i look at those two records as west coast classics

Agreed Both Are 5 Star Classics......... But So Is Dogg Food

[EAZY-LI]

shot to th double glock.

All:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, killa.

Tony Tone:
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride. Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside, but when you come just bring your guns with ya. If your a busta niggas gon' have fun with ya. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. It all remains the same.

Wish:
Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair-nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drug, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop, now. Niggas that I thug with kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And nigga we peel caps. Pap. Fin to get your wig cracked back. Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down. I wish ya would try to get some redrum, bitch. Nigga, don't test my hood.

Tombstone:
A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine--the foundation of niggas committin' the crime and murderin' every time. Niggas beware, 'cause here come the Clair mobbin' like some soldiers. Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya. So off we go, to the bloody road, time to bless some souls, with that nine shot, givin' props to the double glock.

Flesh:
Pump, pump, when I let my shells down. Hit a lick, now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. I reach for the gauge and mash, yell out "one-eighty-seven" and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's fucked. Your feelin' wrath of the Boneyard, thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift, then comin' up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop chops. We rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop, pop. Me give up shots out to the glock-glock.

Krayzie:
You better believe that we runnin' this thug style: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish, them wicked, now. We straight off the glock-glock. Run up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside. Better have your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high. One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to no good. Po-po. Fuck no. They never could fuck with a thug-ho.

Pop, pop, givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock.

Mo! Hart:
Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks of lead, and (Clair thugs) gaugin' pump eruptions, nickel trip and shut and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after round after round. Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. Ain't no sound, just the demons screamin', "Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer." Ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig split, and made your body rupture, hunt my victims on a mission, flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide. Let my nuts and my gauge hang low. Now, walk on by.

All:
[Boogy Nikke on the mic, right.]

Boogy Nikke:
Thuggin' through my thuggish-ass hood at night with my pipe. Thuggin' down the double-glock, tryin' to get my serve on, watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on. But one to the sucka's head, and two up in his body. Now peep my creep. I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me.

Layzie:
We jumpin' up out from the hood. We bailin'. We thuggin'. We lookin' like crooks. The terror be fatal, ready to roll, now we willing and able, rollin' with Ruthless, bitch, better check my label. Murdered them, never come again where the scandalous niggas settle. Bloody nigga, trues be on my level. Eighty-eight through the ten-five is the soldiers' ghetto. Nigga, don't take the wrong turn; you will enter the hood, and we're splitters so cover your dome, out the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. Cleveland Browns, the Dawg Pound home, it's on.

Sin:
Never get in the mix of a Clair player; you're liable to get your wig split and dumped in a ditch, bitch, 'cause them thugs sendin' them slugs, leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what? Don't make me go in my trench. Nigga, ya got me bent, all fucked up. Your luck's up. Now you gotta get sent to your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' with those...

Gates:
It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you. The territory never divide, go nationwide with the buck, buck. So where you at? Where you at? I'm strapped and ready to snap and yank a nigga's neck back. Split them (Kool-Aid) hats. Into the graveyard, but prepare to get (drugged up on the Clair to tear a round) 'fore somebody gets stuck. You still won't want some, bitch, but what the muthafuck? I wanna one to whammy with a TEC-9. Now, bitch, press your luck.

mo murda

[Hook]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again

[Chorus]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes,
Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden
Nigga you was off inna my hood?
I'm a, real thuggish nigga,
So a, I would have to kill ya so die,
Popped off to the coffin,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
Nigga got ta fucked up bang
Taking no shorts so fuck ya man,
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain,
Hey we slay niggas who think we play,
Nigga, me deadly wid the gun,
Machete be dipped in rum,
Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said,
Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
We coming to serve ya,
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Chorus]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs,
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
Eighty eight to the ten five,
Them killas be pumpin' them slugs,
Niggas be fiendin' me daily,
Me silence me twelve guage eruption,
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind,
Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
My twelve guage just so forceful,
So playa hate when I'm in ya town
The nigga me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas,
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas,
Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now,
Put 'em on the ground, lay down,
Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya,
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda mo murda

[Chorus]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]
Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies fucked up,
Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
Nigga wanna die when fuckin' wid,
Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch,
Now you wanna catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang,
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier
Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five five,
I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite,
You don't wanna hear that glock pop,
When the glock pop pop don't stop,
We all about murda mo,
Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
We straight from Cleveland,
Clack back nigga ya bleeding,
You don't wanna fuck wid Bone,
Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone
If you wanna die bye,
See you in the gutter let mama cry,
Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump,
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]
Eternally thugstas die,
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies,
And I, rolling wid my killas,
And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie,
Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
Kill y'all, put 'em in the river,
Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off inna the coffin,
Ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions,
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing,
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang,
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
You know, nigga we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane,
When I put one to your temple,
Mo murda then blow out ya brain

[Chorus]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again,
Come bloody murda
[til fade]

east 1999 intro
[Layzie Bone]
East ninteen ninety nine my niggas....
Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
Wid two in here,
Steady stackin' my ends
Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9,
Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift wid real
Little Will Big Wally and Wish Bone
Little Wally high rollerz and he wonda why niggas so strong
Krayzie Bone, stack Rod-J much love
Kept ah nigga on his toes in the game
It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang,
Gotta make ya grandas at least daily man
Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart
We niggas from the land fool, and the old school,
Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
Fuckin' wid Trues rest in peace
My little nigga Ripster stress that Bone love
Smokin' on bud, cause ah nigga Mo Thug
Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number 1 wid ya gun so run run
Cleveland is the city where ah nigga come from
Slangin' them dum dum dums

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
Niggas it's going down, up in the C-Town
Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose,
For the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons
Nigga roll up the buddah,
Smoke it all up nigga don't stiff on the reefer
Mo runnin' up outta the club wid this
Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper peeper
Street bust again double glock glock
Widda me rocks cocked sweatin' me bad,
Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top
Hit the body and the bullshit stop
Wheneva them trouble knocks,
Where the po-po niggas roll solo split up and swerve
Krayzie take caution,
Takin' my llelo and tossed it
Send 'em in the road to the curb
Running, ducking, jumping,
Up in the land my niggas is craaazy,
We slang buck n we bang on the glock
And my nigga this daaaily,
Who the nigga wid the 12-guage (Pump) It's
Mr.Sawed-Off Leatherface so you betta pray
Eternally thugsta,
East nine-teen nine-ty nine
We roll with the devil

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
Gotta give peace to the SCTs
And the one big thug on the glock,
Pump blast fo the cash
Then I mashin wid gas gotta dash away from the cops
No lettin' lil Mo
Steadily flippin' up rows
Rippin' up flesh wid six blows
That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs
And I be dropping 'em off and thugstas
Fuck them po-po, lightin' dem bodies dey burn, burn
And I guess that hood'll neva learn
Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm
When I'm on ah mission for my city
Pick up my niggas be bailin' out wid me
Roll up me window me wind blow fuck up my indo
I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage
I empty, me scan-dalous niggas are pon de loose
But it's no fuckin' wid the family
Now feel it nigga understand me
Much love much bud for them St.Claire thugs
East nineteen ninety nine is where ya find me
Slangin' them mutha-fuckin' drugs.

[Verse 4: Flesh N Bone]
Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun
They know that me knockin' they head off
And I gots to have me fun
Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin'
You studio gangsta bitch trick
Niggas'll get picked
I'm handlin' the shit
And I split in the midst of the darkness,
Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin' a hoe check
Betta check ya Rolex,
Ya timed now fa givin' up respect
Ta them S-C-Ts from C-L-E the scandalous niggas that dwell
Hell off in the far side and bail,
Leavin' ah trail ah the bloody victims
The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin'
As if and if and they find
They may give me time instead ah me trippin'
We flippin' the scripts on ova
See the Bone ah be neva sober
mo'thug told ya triggas showed ya
East nine nine nine five soldiers

[Verse 5: Wish Bone]
Murder one red rum try to run and get away
But it's just to laaaate,
Watch out buck shots when i come buck buck
betta guard that fuckin face
Dumpin' them slugs on you fools
Rollin' wid me Trues, drinkin' brews,
Don't start no shit we come equiped so niggas stay cool
187 you think that your going to heaven,
wit slugs all up in that chest dunn,
To hell is where you be dwellin'
Popping ah clip in them bodies me dumpin'
Watchin' you fall to the pave
Wid me nine milli pumpin'
Puttin' dem bodies all off in dem graves

[Bone Thugs]
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run (run)[4x]
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine[8x]

[Okka]

I've always thought about if Lil C-Style dissed Ruthless on "Beware Of My Crew".

"Some people love us, some people won't
But do I give a fuck? No I don't!
And when them Dogg Pound killaz step next to me
I try my very best to bury his ass C-I-X feet deep"

[Soopafly DPGC]

I've always thought about if Lil C-Style dissed Ruthless on "Beware Of My Crew".

"Some people love us, some people won't
But do I give a fuck? No I don't!
And when them Dogg Pound killaz step next to me
I try my very best to bury his ass C-I-X feet deep"

Oh, that's an interesting one.  I always though he was just talking about DPG haters in general, but it does make sense he'd be talking specifically about Knoccout and Dresta.

[Okka]

Yeah, that's what i'm sayin'. Both tracks ("D.P.G./K" & "Beware Of My Crew") were released in 1995, so it's a possibility it's might be a diss towards B.G. Knocc Out & Dre'sta.

[Proc pka KP]

Believe it. Great times. They all friends now.

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Believe it. Great times. They all friends now.

yeah they all friends now... the 90's era was so competitive and so much great music came out of that... makes you wish they'd go back to the beef dayz... but shit got too real when Pac and Big got murdered