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Yo, this is DJ Quik |
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Taking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know something |
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If you're looking in the Source mag and don't see me |
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It's cause some niggaz on the East is the enemy |
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It's real |
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Kurupt: |
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I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red |
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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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One man |
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I ran with his clan |
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There is only one land |
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Niggas down with me I can count on one hand |
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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 |
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Fucked up beats |
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And ya fucked up samples |
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Your last verbal war |
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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 |
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But now yous a legend like Sleepy Hallow |
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I shoot to kill the horse pill u can't swallow |
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There's no tomorrow |
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Nigga, it all ends |
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I been down with KRS since Boggie Down begins |
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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 |
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I'm the inspirer |
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Dissed by a nigga I admired |
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Hell no this can't be |
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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' |
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Doing a video for a song |
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That got blew out of porportion |
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I found he's the deadliest force |
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In a world where it all about glamour fame and fortune |
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Nigga we Mob Deep |
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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. nigga we mashin' |
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Deadly Threat: |
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Eyo Threat I play the MC |
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Niggaz they played 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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Trynna battle me |
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Tragedy is a must |
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As I crush N.Y.C. |
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Lately I been on some crazy shit |
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Imagine this |
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To make it 'til you die |
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Until you out of it |
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your hood from murders |
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Roaming through your house and murder |
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When you wake up in the morning |
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Your life will be over |
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I told ya |
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Dogg Pound ain't nathan nice |
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Sacrificing motherfuckers |
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From into mics |
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Twice |
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There's been a murder on your block |
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When he drop |
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Your homie thought he was nutty |
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What made him I roll a glock |
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You stop us |
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But when we started mashin' ain't no stoppin' |
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On and on more of your dogs keep droppin' |
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What was your homie ain't yo homie no mo' |
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Commit suicide and blow your brains on the floor |
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Don't ingore the fact |
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Grab the microphone and snap |
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Then react with the shit that jumped off that night |
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2Pac: |
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Callin' all dogs and phony rap stars |
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Who think they got me |
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I'm on some Superman shit now |
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They shouldn't have shot me |
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Uh |
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Cause I'm convinced that my squad is real |
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And God has blessed me with the power to be hard 2 kill |
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I got a mind that's full of murderous thoughts |
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When unleashed |
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I make them niggaz bow |
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Feel me now or be deceased |
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I ain't choosing sides |
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Hell no |
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Fuck everybody |
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It's Westside when I ride watch 4 dead bodies |
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Lyrics are colorful words and anesthetics |
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Problems are getting worked out faster than calisthenics |
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I'm bullet proof |
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Blazed up on top of my man's roof |
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Hands on a fully AK so what'chu plan to do |
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Moon motherfuckaz 'til they feel me |
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It's West Coast nigga fuck New York |
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Now did everybody hear me? |
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You shot at my homies now Imma blast |
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Screamin' Thug Life muthafucka when I pass |