[Intro: Tha Dogg Pund] Hey yo God The Heads Is trippin' out in New York, B (Oh.. Fuck That! B! Fuck That!) Fuck That! Yo, money They cant come down here and shoot no video Money (buck 'em.) In da studios Nah what I'm Sayin? Yall killin 'em.. (killin' Em) Its Time.. Yo, Biggie! Where the homie Snoop and shit? Niggaz trippin all out Naw Mean? Hey, yo! Whats Up? Cuz? (in the drawers) Southside.. Dogg Pound The shit ain't feeling real no more Downtown (Where Nate?) Thug Life (niggaz forget yall..) Don't Stop.. (Dogg Pound) Hard on my homie Pac and shit..phony ass I Heard 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch, Faith Thats on the Dogg Pound! Heard about that shit that happened in New York? (Outlaw!) 4 real.. He said don't ever bring your ass back here Unless you bring me a kid, bitch!(what the fucks goin on?) Bustaz.. we rock nigga Niggaz I once thought I was down with and shit (Dogg Pound gangstas) (La's Finest..) They flipped the script on a nigga (So yall niggaz wanna go to war?) (aaagh aaagh) Same niggaz settin the homies up and shit, tryin to set us up? (Ha Ha!) aaagh aaaagh "I bust first" I'm like, goddamn Know what I'm saying? (What the fucks goin on?) Dumped $350 Worth of nut down her throat!
[Verse 1: Kurupt] Ive heard of Meth, Nas, and Red And I'm down with them Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit um' Hung around wit um' This one man, I ran with his clan, there's only one land Niggas 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 clavical for the cabbage Rhyme savage Introduction to death Murder MCs 'til ain't shit left In the sector Why must MCs flip, like gymnastics? Just to get they whole ass whipped? Claim to be classic But you don't set no classic examples With ya fucked up beats And ya fucked up samples Your last verbal war, you won't survive no more I turned the channel, cause niggas, you ain't live no more.. I used to follow, but now yous a legend like Sleepy Hollow I shoot to kill, the horse pill you can't swallow There's no tomorrow Nigga..(haha) it all ends I been down with KRS since Boogie Down began (Boogiedown Productions) That's my man! Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware, uninspired, dissed by a nigga I admired! (Who?) Hell no this can't be! (Who Man?) Now who the fuck is this I hear, on the radio dissin' me? B.I. double G - .I. to the E Shit scorchin (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's all about glamour fame and fortune Nigga we.. Mobb Deep, (Punk!) So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete We the elite The psycho assassin is blastin' And next time you hit L.A Nigga we mashin'
[Verse 2: Deadly Threat] West Coast sound, holdin' it down (westcoast) We got the dank, the shit to make them fall out and faint (huh?) Record it, shit that overseas, imported That geniune shit that be hard to find My lyrical, so irresistible I get the dough and flip the flow Overturn if it wasn't black on the gat, burn up When the S.C. erupt (what?) 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 snatchers 96 when I'm elected wack Mc's get ejected, out the tape deck dash You're no match Your DJ can't scratch You wont last, so just hop out the battle, retreat for ya saddle Theres too many of us, we kick plenty of dust Skulls melt, from the heat, from the microphone Mortal Kombat, make skeleton bones
[Verse 3: Daz Dillinger] Hey, yo Threat I play the MC, niggaz they play the mic I bash motherfuckers, from words that I recite Tighter than the average MC Trying to battle ME Tragedy is a must as I crush N.Y.C. (what) Lately, I've been on some crazy shit Imagine this, to making it, until you die, until you're out of it Stop in your hood for murders, roaming through your house and hurt her When you wake up in the morning, your life will be over I told ya, Dogg Pound ain't Nathan Nice Sacrificing motherfuckers (from what?) from men to mice (ah) Twice, theres been a murder on your block When he dropped, your homie thought he was nutty We layed him up with my glock (pow) He stomped us, but when we started mashing there ain't no stopping (dogg pound) On, and on, more of your dogs kept droppin (bad boy) What was your homie, ain't your homie no more Commit suicide, and blow your brains on the floor (and thats for damn sure) Don't ignore the fact and grab the microphone and snap Then react with the shit that jumped off that night The rat pack [x3]
[Outro] (NY'87) Nigga comin through ya town (NY'87) Nigga shit niggaz down (NY'87) Nigga fuck That Shit! (NY'87) Knockin niggaz out (NY'87) Fuck Y'all niggaz (NY'87) Suck the dicks (NY'87) Fuck Y'allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
