2pac - NY 87 lyrics

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 n***az 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 women I ran with his clan There is only one land n***as 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 d**h Murder MCs til ain't sh** left In the sector Why must MCs flip like gymnastics Just to get they whole a** whipped Claim to be cla**ic But you don't set no cla**ic examples With ya f**ed up beats And ya f**ed up samples Your last verbal war You won't survive no more I turned the channel cause n***as you ain't live no more I used to follow But now yous a legend like Sleepy Hallow I shoot to k** the horse pill u can't swallow There's no tomorrow n***a, 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 n***a I admired Hell no this can't be Now who the f** is this I hear on the radio dissin' me? B.I. double G.I. to the E sh** 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 n***a we Mob Deep So f** you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete We the elite The psycho a**a**in is blastin' And next time you hit L.A. n***a we mashin' Deadly Threat: ----------------------- Daz: Eyo Threat I play the MC n***az they played the mic I bash motherf**ers 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 sh** 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 motherf**ers 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 sh** that jumped off that night