Ice Cube - All the Critics in New York lyrics

[Mack 10 talking] Goddamn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! [Ice Cube] Back in the day, we used to respect y'all n***as We used to be down with y'all n***as All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect So I say to you and your city Y'all n***as will never get our respect again Westside n***a (Keeping it real) Yeah! (Keeping it real) [All] WESTSIIIIIDE! Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out) What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!) Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central) Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out) Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup) Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop) The West Coast is in the house sayin Why you talkin loud?!? What you talkin bout?!? [Ice Cube] f** all the critics in the N-Y-C Who wants to rock the microphone after me? Think of who you are and who you be My energy holds it down like the NFC I'm going thorough thru your borough Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world On the west, nevertheless, W-S We got the bomb and you n***as got the stress [Mack 10] You couldn't have said it no better homeboy With my automatic toy, I k** and destroy These buster a** critics from the N-Y-C Don't they know that I be from the I-N-G My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas [WC} It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler Dusty a** New York critic k**er Dumping and pumping the motherf**in lead in their chest Because ain't none of them n***as ever gave it up for the West So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin f** U-N-I-T-Y, I'm coast trippin Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter "New York, New York" "New York, New York" "New York, New York" "New York, New York" [Ice Cube] f** all the critics in the N-Y-C Tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly But I've been writing gangsta sh** since '83 When y'all was still scared to use profanity Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers And blame it on these West Coast seven-figure n***as Just because we made it real n***as got to deal I hope blood ain't got to spill, I k** [Mack 10] It's like the battle of the s**es You wanna treat us like b**hes cos we're platinum when we flex this With mic in hand, fans in the stands We make a mill-ion from California to Japan, b**h Went overseas, seen D's how we done it 88's to 100's to let me know who really run it This West Coast gangsta sh** got it crackin, or we jackin Packin nina's and sellin out arenas, n***as [WC] You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs And roll these n***as up, I got to beat em When I see me, T-Roller cut off his scrotum Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles I'm mashin and blastin so get the casket I bet you after this I get a f**in hip-hop cla**ic I'm banning you n***as from the scene Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines [Ice Cube] To the West my n***as, to the West To the West my n***as, to the West To the West my n***as, to the West We the best my n***as don't stress f** all the critics in the N-Y-C And your articles tryin to rate my LP f** your backpacks and your wack a** raps Sayin we ain't real because we make snaps Sellin six-fos to the Japs, what you lookin at? With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, n***a I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams f** your baggy jeans, f** your magazines [Mack 10] Hey hey hey, what's happenin round tre? It's still N-Y critic K on mines all motherf**in day It's a trip the script flipped from when you n***as was bossin Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin Who wanna regret, f**in with my set I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet You n***as better watch how you greet us when you meet us We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us [WC] AIIIIYO!!! n***a f** that sh** I gotta, k** it k** it, f** a New York critic He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I'm still with it Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin Never once played my record on their radio station No love for a New York critic or disc jock Matter of fact I'm blamin all y'all for f**in up hip-hop [All] Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out) What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!) Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don't stop) Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out) Is the Bronx in the house?!? Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??) The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah) Why you talkin loud?!? What you talkin bout?!? [Ice Cube] [Mack 10 talking over Ice Cube] Why talkin loud?!? Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punk What you talkin bout?!? We're gonna make it how *repeat 15x* we gonna make it, punk WESTSIDE ni**a!!! What y'all n***as talkin about? Y'all ain't acquantin and barkin on hip-hop This Westside Connection WESTSIIIIDE!!!