East Coast/West Coast Killas (Remix)

[Intro: Dr. Dre as The Vice President]

Gentlemen!! ~ We have a problem

That hath the potential; to become a very serious problem!

The Eastcoast and Westcoast seperation

Is exactly the weapon our enemies need to destroy our empire (*Echoes*)

So what we need to do! ~ is bring together

Some of the biggest, strongest and smartest fustiest in the millennium

And this will be the begining of The Aftermath! (*Echoes*)

[Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2]

East coast "killer" - West coast "killer"

East coast "killer" - West coast "killer"

East coast "killer" - West coast "killer"

East coast "killer" - West coast "killer"

Kill that noise!

[Interlude #1: RBX]

The Mighty mighty Aftermath, hath now just forced to rise

Ha ha ha ha ha, indeed, indeed

[Verse One: RBX]

While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts

I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts

If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump

I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump

The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental

Custom designed, for instrumental

Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti

And this one is a burner, baby

Truck, like Toyata driven

True and living, driving with the gat

Uhh.. pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush

Then I flush whack material

That's if I don't mash them all to mush

Hush, let me burst, dare I gush

Cock-diesel cuts

Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic

The Aftermath

[Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2]

[Verse Two: KRS-One]

Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?

Before I bust your shit, let's get one thing clear

Don't provoke Kris no joke this

I don't ride no rapper's nutsack, yo, I stay focused

Beefing without skills seeking will only weaken

The artist speaking over beats and.. you be cheating

Cause half of these non-talent rappers

Claiming a coast over instrumentals

And got no real street credentials

Here come the philosopher Hip-Hopping you correctly

Ignorant ass MC's continue to attempt me

Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock

Too many MC's rapping causing lyrical gridlock

Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox

Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat

Cause your typical, non-topical

Flex the optical illusion, weak metaphoric style you be using

I check one-two's and who's in the house

Like shit your lyrics ooze out your mouth

What you think this is? ~ KRS-One from the Bronx kid!

[Interlude #2: Dr. Dre]

Paranoidly giggling

[Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2]

[Interlude #3: Quote from unknown movie]

Welcome to the New World Order

You are now under martial law

All constitutional rights had been suspended

[Verse Three: B-Real]

The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this

Coast tripping going on through out the business

East Coast/West Coast anybody killer!

I don't give a fuck where you from, I'ma Killa, Hill-er

I got crews on both sides together

Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever

Fool, I can roll through any block

From Central to Westland Avenue, without my Glock

But some niggas can't survive on both sides

So they try and break off, eliminate ties

Fools got to get wise, better realize

True, enemy lies killing in the highrise

Office, analyzing the song

Look at them Rap niggas, don't even get along

Kill that noise, four niggas bringing the skill

Mad caps get peeled, if you opposed the Hill

[Interlude #4: RBX]

Yeah, that's right fool, you know who

The mighty Group Therapy, the mighty mighty Aftermath brigade

Letting all you sound boys know

You're not ready to rumble or test this

Kill that noise!

[Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2]

[Verse Forth: Nas]

Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan

Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon

I be the twelve disciples strap arms

All black on, running your spot, hit the safe and I'm gone

Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm

Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on

Focus on your rap holsters, notice

I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts

Ferocious thoughts, are merging at night

Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white

I'm wrapped in a turban for spite

Like a Israelite snatching whores up, my flow's up

When the fucking world blows up (*Explosion*)

Throw your hands up, it's a holdup

Fronting like you down for the real; to make a meal

But when plan fold, nigga, you squeal like Heavy Heel

[RBX:] Kill that Noise!!

[Nas:] But what's the fucking deal?

[Real] Anybody killer!!

[Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2]

[Interlude #5: Dr. Dre]

YEAH!! YEAH!! YEAH!!