[Intro: Tha Dogg Pund]
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Hey yo God
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The Heads Is trippin' out in New York, B
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(Oh.. Fuck That! B! Fuck That!)
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Fuck That!
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Yo, money
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They cant come down here and shoot no video
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Money (buck 'em.)
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In da studios
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Nah what I'm Sayin?
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Yall killin 'em.. (killin' Em)
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Its Time..
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Yo, Biggie!
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Where the homie Snoop and shit?
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Niggaz trippin all out
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Naw Mean?
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Hey, yo!
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Whats Up? Cuz? (in the drawers)
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Southside.. Dogg Pound
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The shit ain't feeling real no more
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Downtown (Where Nate?)
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Thug Life (niggaz forget yall..)
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Don't Stop.. (Dogg Pound)
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Hard on my homie Pac and shit..phony ass
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I Heard 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch, Faith
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Thats on the Dogg Pound!
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Heard about that shit that happened in New York?
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(Outlaw!) 4 real..
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He said don't ever bring your ass back here
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Unless you bring me a kid, bitch!(what the fucks goin on?)
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Bustaz.. we rock nigga
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Niggaz I once thought I was down with and shit (Dogg Pound gangstas) (La's Finest..)
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They flipped the script on a nigga (So yall niggaz wanna go to war?) (aaagh aaagh)
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Same niggaz settin the homies up and shit, tryin to set us up?
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(Ha Ha!) aaagh aaaagh "I bust first"
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I'm like, goddamn
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Know what I'm saying? (What the fucks goin on?)
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Dumped $350 Worth of nut down her throat!
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[Verse 1: Kurupt]
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Ive heard of Meth, Nas, and Red
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And I'm down with them
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Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit um'
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Hung around wit um'
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This one man, I ran with his clan, there's only one land
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Niggas down with me I can count on one hand, come dumb I gets dumber
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The double barrel pumper heat dumper
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And I been rockin' mics since Funky Drummer
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These adventures wreak Havok, speak lavish lifestyles
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I crack your clavical for the cabbage
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Rhyme savage
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Introduction to death
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Murder MCs 'til ain't shit left
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In the sector
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Why must MCs flip, like gymnastics?
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Just to get they whole ass whipped?
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Claim to be classic
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But you don't set no classic examples
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With ya fucked up beats
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And ya fucked up samples
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Your last verbal war, you won't survive no more
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I turned the channel, cause niggas, you ain't live no more..
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I used to follow, but now yous a legend like Sleepy Hollow
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I shoot to kill, the horse pill you can't swallow
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There's no tomorrow
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Nigga..(haha) it all ends
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I been down with KRS since Boogie Down began (Boogiedown Productions)
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That's my man!
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Now what's this I hear?
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I was told to beware, uninspired, dissed by a nigga I admired! (Who?)
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Hell no this can't be! (Who Man?)
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Now who the fuck is this I hear, on the radio dissin' me?
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B.I. double G - .I. to the E
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Shit scorchin (scorchin)
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Doing a video for a song ,that got blew out of proportion
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I found he's the deadliest force
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In a world where it's all about glamour fame and fortune
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Nigga we.. Mobb Deep, (Punk!)
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So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete
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We the elite
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The psycho assassin is blastin'
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And next time you hit L.A
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Nigga we mashin'
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[Verse 2: Deadly Threat]
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West Coast sound, holdin' it down (westcoast)
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We got the dank, the shit to make them fall out and faint (huh?)
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Record it, shit that overseas, imported
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That geniune shit that be hard to find
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My lyrical, so irresistible
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I get the dough and flip the flow
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Overturn if it wasn't black on the gat, burn up
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When the S.C. erupt (what?)
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I hear the fakes on the radio, make my ears ache
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We aim and shoot the wack to reduce the pain
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Black at ya, sick in the head, body snatchers
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96 when I'm elected wack
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Mc's get ejected, out the tape deck dash
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You're no match
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Your DJ can't scratch
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You wont last, so just hop out the battle, retreat for ya saddle
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Theres too many of us, we kick plenty of dust
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Skulls melt, from the heat, from the microphone
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Mortal Kombat, make skeleton bones
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[Verse 3: Daz Dillinger]
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Hey, yo Threat
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I play the MC, niggaz they play the mic
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I bash motherfuckers, from words that I recite
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Tighter than the average MC
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Trying to battle ME
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Tragedy is a must as I crush N.Y.C. (what)
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Lately, I've been on some crazy shit
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Imagine this, to making it, until you die, until you're out of it
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Stop in your hood for murders, roaming through your house and hurt her
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When you wake up in the morning, your life will be over
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I told ya, Dogg Pound ain't Nathan Nice
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Sacrificing motherfuckers (from what?) from men to mice (ah)
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Twice, theres been a murder on your block
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When he dropped, your homie thought he was nutty
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We layed him up with my glock (pow)
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He stomped us, but when we started mashing there ain't no stopping (dogg pound)
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On, and on, more of your dogs kept droppin (bad boy)
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What was your homie, ain't your homie no more
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Commit suicide, and blow your brains on the floor (and thats for damn sure)
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Don't ignore the fact and grab the microphone and snap
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Then react with the shit that jumped off that night
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The rat pack [x3]
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[Outro]
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(NY'87)
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Nigga comin through ya town
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(NY'87)
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Nigga shit niggaz down
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(NY'87)
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Nigga fuck That Shit!
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(NY'87)
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Knockin niggaz out
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(NY'87)
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Fuck Y'all niggaz
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(NY'87)
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Suck the dicks
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(NY'87)
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Fuck Y'all
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NY '87
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| Tha Dogg Pound |
