Tha Dogg Pound - NY '87 lyrics

[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'