Tha Dogg Pound, Threat, DJ Quik, 2Pac - NY '87 (Original Version) lyrics

Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all 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

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, LA 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) lA 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

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
'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-Ito 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 LA, 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
Overturn, if it wasn't black-owned
It get burned up when the SC 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 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
Sacrificing 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

Callin' all dogs
And phony 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
Fear 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 and 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 you plan to do?
Move muthafuckas 'til they feel me
It's West Coast, nigga, fuck New York
Now did everybody hear me?
You shot at my homies now I'ma 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'