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 them niggas on the East is the enemy It's real I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red And I'm down with' 'em Indeed we all smoke weed and clown with 'em Hung around with 'em 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 havoc, speak lavish lifestyles I crack your clavicle for the cabbage Rhyme savage Introduction to death Murder MC's 'til ain't shit left In the sector Why must MC's 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 you's a legend like Sleepy Hollow I shoot to kill, a horse pill u can't swallow There's no tomorrow, nigga, it all ends I been down with KRS since Boogie Down begins (Boogie Down Productions) 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's 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 Nigga, we Mobb Deep So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe who Quests to compete We the elite The psycho assassin is blastin' And next time you hit L.A., nigga, we mashin'' West Coast sound, holdin' it down We got the dank The shit to make them fall out and faint Record it, shit that overseas imported That genuine 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 owned it got burned, up When the S.C. erupt 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 won't last So just hop out the battle, retreat for your saddle It's too many of us, we kick plenty of dust Skulls melt from the heat from the microphone Mortal Kombat make skeleton bones Ayo Threat, I play the MC, niggas, they play the mic I bash motherfuckers from words that I recite Tighter than the average MC tryna battle me Tragedy is a must as I crush NYC Lately I been on some crazy shit, imagine this To make it 'til you die until you out of it Scouting your hood for 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 motherfuckers from men to mice Twice, there's been a murder on your block When he dropped, your homie thought he was nutty What made him outrun my 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 shit that jumped off that night Callin' all dogs, and phoney rap stars that 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 to kill I got a mind that's full of murderous thoughts When unleashed I make them niggas bow, feel me now or be deceased I ain't choosin' sides, hell nah, fuck everybody It's Westside when I ride, watch for dead bodies Lyrics are colorful, words are anesthetics Problems are gettin' worked out faster than calisthenics I'm bulletproof Blazed up on top of my man's roof Hands on a fully AK, so what'chu plan to do? Move muthafuckaz 'til they feel me It's West Coast, nigga, fuck New York Now did everybody hear me? You shot at my homies now I'mma blast Screamin' Thug Life muthafucka when I pass NY '87 (NY '87) (NY '87) Comin' through your town (NY '87) Gunnin' niggas down (NY '87) Fuck that shit (NY '87) We knockin' niggas out (NY '87) Niggas just jealous (NY '87) Watching too much Goodfellas Now that's dissin'