Ny 87

DJ Quik:

Yo, this is DJ Quik

Taking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know something

If you're looking in the Source mag and don't see me

It's cause some niggaz on the East is the enemy

It's real



Kurupt:

I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red

I'm down with them

Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit um'

Hung around wit um'

One man

I ran with his clan

There is 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 Havok speak lavish lifestyles

I crack your clavical for the cabbage

Rhyme savage

Introduction to death

Murder MCs til ain't shit left

In the sector

Why must MCs 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 yous a legend like Sleepy Hallow

I shoot to kill the horse pill u can't swallow

There's no tomorrow

Nigga, it all ends

I been down with KRS since Boggie Down begins

That's my man

Now what's this I hear?

I was told to beware

I'm the inspirer

Dissed by a 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 scorchin'

Doing a video for a song

That got blew out of porportion

I found he's the deadliest force

In a world where it all about glamour fame and fortune

Nigga we Mob Deep

So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete

We the elite

The psycho assassin is blastin'

And next time you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'



Deadly Threat:



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Daz:

Eyo Threat I play the MC

Niggaz they played the mic

I bash motherfuckers from words that I recite

Tighter than the average MC

Trynna battle me

Tragedy is a must

As I crush N.Y.C.

Lately I been on some crazy shit

Imagine this

To make it 'til you die

Until you out of it

your hood from murders

Roaming 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 into mics

Twice

There's been a murder on your block

When he drop

Your homie thought he was nutty

What made him I roll a 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 ingore the fact

Grab the microphone and snap

Then react with the shit that jumped off that night



2Pac:

Callin' all dogs and phony rap stars

Who 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 2 kill

I got a mind that's full of murderous thoughts

When unleashed

I make them niggaz bow

Feel me now or be deceased

I ain't choosing sides

Hell no

Fuck everybody

It's Westside when I ride watch 4 dead bodies

Lyrics are colorful words and anesthetics

Problems are getting worked out faster than calisthenics

I'm bullet proof

Blazed up on top of my man's roof

Hands on a fully AK so what'chu plan to do

Moon motherfuckaz 'til they feel me

It's West Coast nigga fuck New York

Now did everybody hear me?

You shot at my homies now Imma blast

Screamin' Thug Life muthafucka when I pass