all the critics in new york

goddamn! new york city!

skyscrapers and everything!

back in the day

we used to respect y'all niggas

we used to be down with y'all niggas

all you have for the west coast

is criticism and disrespect

so i say to you and your city

y'all niggas will never get our respect again

westside nigga

yeah!

westsiiiiide!

is brooklyn in the house?!?

what about queens in the house?!?

manhattan in the house?!?

long island in the house?!?

is the bronx in the house?!?

staten island in the house?!?

the west coast is in the house sayin

why you talkin loud?!?

what you talkin bout?!?

fuck all the critics in the n-y-c

who wants to rock the microphone after me?

think of who you are and who you be

my energy holds it down like the nfc

i'm going thorough thru your borough

wit my raider jacket and my jheri curl

gangstas rule the world

on the west

nevertheless

w-s

we got the bomb and you niggas got the stress

you couldn't have said it no better homeboy

with my automatic toy

i kill and destroy

these buster ass critics from the n-y-c

don't they know that i be from the i-n-g

my peeps play for keeps

deep crews pay dues

by murder ones and twos

rip riders and damus

choose to stay gangsta

you never ever ran us

we bustin clips like bananas

sportin colored bandanas

it's the mister hoodsta

cap peeler

dusty ass new york critic killer

dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest

because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the west

so now it's on and

the gauge in my pants got me limpin

fuck u-n-i-t-y

i'm coast trippin

saggin as a pelle

smashin tape recorders

this is 187 on a new york reporter

new york