[Intro: DJ Quik]
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source mag and don't see me
It's cause some n***as on the East is the enemy
It's real
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down with them
Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit um'
Hung around wit um'
One man
I ran with his clan
There is only one land
n***as down with me I can count on one hand
Come dumb I gets dumber
The double barrel pumper heat dumper
And I been rockin' mics since Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak Havok speak lavish lifestyles
I crack your clavicle for the cabbage
Rhyme savage
Introduction to d**h
Murder MC's til ain't sh** left
In the sector
Why must MC's flip like gymnastics
Just to get they whole a** whipped
Claim to be cla**ic
But you don't set no cla**ic examples
With ya
f**ed up beats
And ya f**ed up samples
Your last verbal war
You won't survive no more
I turned the channel cause n***as you ain't live no more
I used to follow
But now yous a legend like Sleepy Hallow
I shoot to k** the horse pill u can't swallow
There's no tomorrow
n***a, it all ends
I been down with KRS since Boogie Down begins
That's my man
Now what's this I hear?
I was told to beware
I'm the inspirer
Dissed by a n***a I admired
Hell no this can't be
Now who the f** is this I hear on the radio dissin' me?
B.I. double G.I. to the E
sh**'scorchin'
Doing a video for a song
That got blew out of proportion
I found he's the deadliest force
In a world where it all about glamour fame and fortune
n***a we Mob Deep
So f** you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete
We the elite
The psycho a**a**in is blastin'
And next time you hit L.A. n***a we mashin'
[Verse 2: Deadly Threat]
West Coast sound, holdin' it down
We got the tank
The sh** to make them fall out and faint
Record it, sh** that overseas imported
That genuine sh** that be hard to find
My lyrical so irresistible, I get the dough, and flip the flow
Over turn If It wasn't black on the gat burned, up
I hear the fakes on the radio make my ears ache
We aim and shoot the wack to reduce the pain
Black at ya, sick in the head body snatcher 96'
When I'm elect the wack MC's get ejected out the tape deck dash
You're no match, yo' DJ can't scratch you won't last
So just hop out the battle, retreat for your saddle it's too many of us
We carry plenty of dust, skulls melt from the heat from the microphone
Mortal Kombat make skeletons bones
[Verse 3: Daz]
Eyo Threat I play the MC
n***as they played the mic
I bash motherf**ers from words that I recite
Tighter than the average MC
Tryna battle me
Tragedy is a must, as I crush N.Y.C
Lately I been on some crazy sh**
Imagine this
To make it 'til you die
Until you out of it
Your hood from murders
Roamin' through your house and murder
When you wake up in the morning
Your life will be over
I told ya
Dogg Pound ain't nathan nice
Sacrificing motherf**ers
From men to mice
Twice
There's been a murder on your block
When he drop
Your homie thought he was nutty
What made him I roll a Glock
You stop us
But when we started mashin' ain't no stoppin'
On and on more of your dogs keep droppin'
What was your homie ain't yo homie no mo'
Commit suicide and blow your brains on the floor
Don't ignore the fact
Grab the microphone and snap
Then react with the sh** that jumped off that night
[Verse 4: 2Pac]
Callin' all dogs, and phony rap stars
Who think they got me
I'm on some Superman sh** now
They shouldn't shot me
Uh
Cause I'm convinced that my squad is real
And God has blessed me with the power to be hard to k**
I got a mind that's full of murderous thoughts
When unleashed
I make them n***as bow
Feel me now or be deceased
I ain't choosin' sides
Hell no
f** everybody
It's West Side when I ride watch 4 dead bodies
Lyrics are colorful words and anesthetics
Problems are gettin' worked out faster than calisthenics
I'm bullet proof
Blazed up on top of my man's roof
Hands on a fully AK so what'chu plan to do
Moon motherf**az 'til they feel me
It's West Coast n***a f** New York
Now did everybody hear me?
You shot at my homies now I'mma blast
Screamin' Thug Life muthaf**a when I pa**
NY '87
[Outro]
(NY '87)
(NY '87) Comin' through your town
(NY '87) Gunnin' n***as down
(NY '87) f** that sh**, we knockin' n***as out
(NY '87) n***as just jealous
(NY '87) Watching too much "Goodfellas"
Now That's Dissin'