Ny ’87

Lyrics

[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'