yo
this is dj quik
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
it's real
i heard of meth
nas
and red
and i'm down with' 'em
indeed we all smoke weed and clown with 'em
hung around with '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 u can't swallow
there's no tomorrow
nigga
it all ends
i been down with krs since boogie 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's scorchin'
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
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''
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
over turn
if it wasn't black owned it got 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
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 '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
your life will be over
i told ya
dogg pound ain't nathan nice
sacrificing motherfuckers from men to mice
twice
there's been a murder on your block
when he dropped
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
don't ignore the fact
grab the microphone and snap
then react with the shit that jumped off that night
callin' all dogs
and phoney rap stars that 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 to kill
i got a mind that's full of murderous thoughts
when unleashed
i make them niggas bow
feel me now or be deceased
i ain't choosin' sides
hell nah
fuck everybody
it's westside when i ride
watch for dead bodies
lyrics are colorful
words are anesthetics
problems are gettin' worked out faster than calisthenics
i'm bulletproof
blazed up on top of my man's roof
hands on a fully ak
so what'chu plan to do?
move muthafuckaz 'til they feel me
it's west coast
nigga
fuck new york
now did everybody hear me?
you shot at my homies now i'mma blast
screamin' thug life muthafucka when i pass
ny '87
comin' through your town
gunnin' niggas down
fuck that shit
we knockin' niggas out
niggas just jealous
watching too much goodfellas
now that's dissin'