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Hey yo God
The Heads Is trippin' out in New York, B
(Oh.. Fuck That! B! Fuck That!)
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)
Where the homie Snoop and shit?
Niggaz trippin all out
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
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]
Nigga comin through ya town
Nigga shit niggaz down
Nigga fuck That Shit!
Knockin niggaz out
Fuck Y'all niggaz
Suck the dicks
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