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[TUPAC]


"NY '87"
[feat. The Dogg Pound]


[DJ Quik:]
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 with um'
Hung around with um'
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 Hallow
I shoot to kill the horse pill you 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 fuck 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 proportion
I found he's the deadliest force
In a world where it's all about glamour fame and fortune
Nigga we Mobb Deep
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'

[Deadly Threat:]
West Coast sound, holdin' it down
We got the tank
The shit to make them fall out and faint
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
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 your 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

[Daz:]
Ey yo Threat I play the MC niggaz they play the mic
I bash muthafukkas with words that I recite, tighter than the
Average MC tryna battle me, tragedyz a must as I crush NYC
Lately I been on some crazy shit, imagine this tomating til you die
Til you out of it, scoutin your hood for murders, roamin through your
House and murder and when you wake up in the morning your life
Will be over I told you Dogg Pound ain't nathin nice, sacraficin muthafukkas
From men to mice, twice there's been a murder on your block, when he drop
Your homie thought he was nutty what made me grab my glock, you
Stop us but when we started mash there ain't no stoppin, on and on
More of your dawgs keep droppin, what was your homie ain't your
Homie no more committ suicide and blow your brain on the floor, don't
Even know the fact grab the microphone and snap and then react with the shit
That jumped off and let off that, the rat pack

[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
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
It's fuck 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'cha plan to do
Move motherfuckaz 'til they feel me
It's West Coast nigga fuck New York
Now did everybody hear me?
You shot at my homies now I'm a blast
Screamin' Thug Life muthafucka when I pass

NY 87 [x7]

[Outro:]
Coming through your town
Gunnin niggaz down
Fuck that shit, we knockin niggaz out
Niggaz just jealous
Watching to much "Goodfellas"

Now That's Dissin

[Thanks to Eduardo for these lyrics]

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