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:
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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