N.Y. 87 (Feat. Deadly Threat)-Tha Dogg Pound

Yo, this is DJ Quik Taking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know something If you're looking in the Source mag and don't see me It's cause some niggaz on the East is the enemy It's real 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 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 F**ked up beats And ya f**ked 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 Hallow I shoot to kill the horse pill u can't swallow There's no tomorrow Nigga, it all ends I been down with KRS since Boggie Down begins That's my man Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware I'm the inspirer Dissed by a nigga I admired Hell no this can't be Now who the f**k is this I hear on the radio dissin' me? B.I. double G.I. to the E Shit scorchin' Doing a video for a song That got blew out of porportion I found he's the deadliest force In a world where it all about glamour fame and fortune Nigga we Mob Deep So f**k 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' Deadly Threat: Eyo Threat I play the MC Niggaz they played the mic I bash motherf**kers from words that I recite Tighter than the average MC Trynna battle me Tragedy is a must As I crush N.Y.C. Lately I been on some crazy shit Imagine this To make it 'til you die Until you out of it your hood from murders Roaming 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**kers From into mics 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 ingore the fact Grab the microphone and snap Then react with the shit that jumped off that night 2Pac: Callin' all dogs and phony rap stars Who think they got me I'm on some Superman shit now They shouldn't have shot me Uh Cause I'm convinced that my squad is real And God has blessed me with the power to be hard 2 kill I got a mind that's full of murderous thoughts When unleashed I make them niggaz bow Feel me now or be deceased I ain't choosing sides Hell no F**k everybody It's Westside when I ride watch 4 dead bodies Lyrics are colorful words and anesthetics Problems are getting 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**kaz 'til they feel me It's West Coast nigga f**k New York Now did everybody hear me? You shot at my homies now Imma blast Screamin' Thug Life muthaf**ka when I pass