Ny '87

[Ad-libs: Daz and Kurupt]

Ayo God, the heads is trippin' out in New York, b (Oh fuck that b!)

Fuck that yo!

(Fuck that)

Money they can't come down here and shoot no video

(They can't come down here to to New York)

Fuck 'em

(Yo)

You know I'm sayin'? (Y'all kill 'em, kill 'em!)

It's time to get heated

(Yo, Biggie)

Where the homie Snoopy and shit nigga? (Niggas trippin' all out, ya know I mean?)

Ayo, what's up Cuzz?

Zuu Tribe!

Dogg Pound, L.A. Zuu

Shit ain't even real no more (Ain't nothing stop, don't stop) (That's for damn sure)

Holla at my homie Pac and shit

(I heard 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch Faith, Cuzz that's on Dogg Pound!)

Holy— I'm like yo

Ya heard about that shit that happened in New York? (Outlawz, Threat)

(He said don't ever bring your ass back here unless you bring me a gift, bitch)

The fuck's going on? (Ho bustas)

2Pac, nigga

Niggas who I thought I was down with and shit (Dogg Pound Gangstaz)

L.A. Zuu

Flipped the script on a nigga

Y'all niggas wanna go to war?

Same niggas setting the homies up and shit, tryna set us up (Ha ha)

I'm like goddamn

You know I'm sayin'? (Fuck is going on?)

Dump $350 worth of nut down her throat

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red, and I'm down wit' 'em

Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit 'em

Hung around wit '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 you 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 inspired, dissed by 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, I got blew out of proportion

I found he's the deadliest force

In a world where it all about glamor, 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'

[Verse 2: Deadly Threat]

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

Overturn, if it wasn't black-owned it get 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

[Verse 3: Daz]

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 until 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

Sacrificin' motherfuckers from men to mice

Twice, there's been a murder on your block

When he dropped, your homie thought he was nutty

Well it 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

The rap pack (Once again it's on)

The rap pack (Mothafuckas it's on)

It's the rap pack (It's on, it's on)

When I dump, ain't no dumpin' back mothafucka

[Outro]

(NY '87) Nigga comin' through your town

(NY '87) Nigga keep niggas down

(NY '87) Nigga fuck that shit

(NY '87) We knockin' niggas out

(NY '87) Fuck y'all niggas

(NY '87) Nigga suck this dick

(NY '87) Fuck all y'all

It's the Westcoast sound holding it down

Hahahaha

[Ad-libs: Kurupt]

Yeah, they mothafucka told me, come on, man, let's go to New York

I told 'em mothafuckas, man fuck New York!

Ain't shit in New York for me, nigga fuck New, fuck York

Fuck all the mothafuckas in New York

Fuck the scandalous ass hoes

Them lemon[?]-eating ass bitches

Fuck rigidity iggidy, jiggity

Whatever this fattin' greasy mothball eatin' ass mothafucka name is

Fuck stuffy roughy

Fuck everything in New York

They need to bring the motherfuckin' Statue of Liberty to the Westcoast

Now that's dissin'