The Game, KRS-One, Big Daddy Kane, Doug E. Fresh - History lyrics

Uh, uh, uh
Some say, "Who dat, cat runnin thru dat?"

"Who dat, cat runnin thru dat?"

Uh, yo wassup y'all? This is Doug E. Fresh
And I got my man Big Daddy Kane
And KRS-One is in here
And Game
(yeah) Matter fact Game
You know what? (Yeah)

Razor sharp
My flow is like a Crip and
Blood fightin in the park
Come to Compton swim with the sharks
I know the REAL kings of New York
That make me five borough thorough
Pass me the torch
A young Kane, I'm insane, my membrane
Has the capacity to jack
Rappers and take chains
A lotta fake KRS', a lotta fake Game's
I'ma cash in on you niggaz and make change
Lil' ass dogs I'm a Great Dane
Product of hip-hop like spray paint
On a freight train
And while you niggaz tried to make 'caine
I made 'caine with Kane playin
On that little tape thang
I got my first boom box in '85
Carryin that heavy motherfucker
I was maybe five
Or maybe six, so what I'm tryin to tell you
Is I've been fuckin with
Hip-hop since the 80s'
Bitch!

Rappers don't like when Kris on tour
Cause when I rhyme they wrist
Don't glist no more
All you see is that Darfur
And these rappers promotin all
This rape and war
I'm ignorant when I'm on tour
They say I'm down to earth cause I
Put rappers' brains on the floor
You heard that song, "Chicken Noodle Soup"?
That's what your head gon' look like
In the back of your coupe
Like someone threw up in your rear-view
After you battle KRS-One no one's
EVER gonna wanna hear you!
Notice the style I'm usin, you losin
I'll (Scar) your (Face) like them cats in Houston
You know it's funny how y'all love to talk
But still stuck in the hood
I rose above New York
I be in the foreigns, heatin pounds of kush
You like a faggot in front of the pussy
Beatin around the bush

Aiyyo, you ain't got no other choice but
To like it or love it
When you see me with
(The Game)
It's nothin like Michael Douglass
The black Cosa Nostra, he who got the most-a
The toxic flows and y'all lames
Is not supposed ta
I spit it clearly, my styles
The shit'll vary
When I write about cats
It's called obituaries
I never fuck with lames
So don't bring that nigga near me
I'm (Universal) , your (Def-est Jam) is a subsidiary
One question playa: who wan' see
The realest of the real to spit it
Two blunt leaf
I locked down the East and opened new country
And ran through the West when
It was mostly 213
Lookum, I took 'um Brook nam?
I look calm but I gotta enough
Hoods to start a crook farm
The god is in the building, and yes problems
When y'all buy chicks
All I do is test drive 'em

Uh, now let me tell y'all somethin
See this whole thing came together
In a special way
Ya know what I mean?
A very very special way
You just got the legends man, together
And you just created, a whole nother' level
Cause on the real, Game straight up talk
From an emcee perspective, B
You are definitely... official, a legend
And respected
Because you come from the heart
And that's what a real emcee do
No matter what
And this was all just one
Night in the studio, man
Just hangin out
That's what we did, that's what happened
And you know - R-R-RAH! R-R-RAH! R-R-RAH!

This is real, man!

This is all day!

This is hip-hop!

'til the very last drop, uh!
And y'know, lemme tell ya last thing
I'ma tell ya: it's
About original, creation
From the heart
See, a MC KNOWS
Without ever... tryin to be somebody else
Just do yo' thing and it'll always work out

Do dat, easy

Iight Game, that's it man