takin' a second out with tha dogg pound to let ya'll 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
indeed we all smoke weed and clown with 'em
niggas down with me i can count on one hand
the double barrel pumper heat dumper
and i been rockin' mics since funky drummer
these adventures wreak havoc
i crack your clavicle for the cabbage
murder mc's 'til ain't shit left
why must mc's flip like gymnastics
just to get they whole ass whipped
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
a horse pill u can't swallow
i been down with krs since boogie down begins
now what's this i hear? i was told to beware
dissed by a nigga i admired
now who the fuck is this i hear on the radio dissin' me?
doing a video for a song that got blew out of proportion
i found he's the deadliest force
in a world where it all about glamour
and any tribe who quests to compete
the psycho assassin is blastin'
and next time you hit l.a. nigga
the shit to make them fall out and faint
shit that overseas imported
that genuine shit that be hard to find
my lyrical so irresistible
if it wasn't black owned it got burned
i hear the fakes on the radio make my ears ache
we aim and shoot the wack to reduce the pain
sick in the head body snatchers
so just hop out the battle
skulls melt from the heat from the microphone
mortal kombat make skeleton bones
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
to make it 'til 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
dogg pound ain't nathan nice
sacrificing motherfuckers from men to mice
there's been a murder on your block
your homie thought he was nutty
what 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
grab the microphone and snap
then react with the shit that jumped off that night
and phoney rap stars that think they got me
i'm on some superman shit now
they shouldn't have shot me
'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
feel me now or be deceased
it's westside when i ride
problems are gettin' worked out faster than calisthenics
blazed up on top of my man's roof
move muthafuckaz 'til they feel me
now did everybody hear me?
you shot at my homies now i'mma blast
screamin' thug life muthafucka when i pass
watching too much goodfellas