Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!
Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas
We used to be down with yall niggas
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Yall niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central)
Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)
Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop)
The West Coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
Im going thorough thru your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, W-S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress
You couldnt have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster ass critics from the N-Y-C
Dont they know that I be from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas
Its the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty ass New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest
Because aint none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now its on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck U-N-I-T-Y, Im coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly
But Ive been writing gangsta shit since 83
When yall was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
And blame it on these West Coast seven-figure niggas
Just because we made it real niggas got to deal
I hope blood aint got to spill, I kill
Its like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like bitches cos were platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen Ds how we done it
88s to 100s to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin ninas and sellin out arenas, niggas
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
When I see me, T-Roller cut off his scrotum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
Im mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hip-hop classic
Im banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
We the best my niggas dont stress
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
And your articles tryin to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we aint real because we make snaps
Sellin 6-fos to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines
Hey hey hey, whats happenin round tre?
Its still M-Y critic K on mines all motherfuckin day
Its a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, fuckin with my set
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus Im still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact Im blamin all yall for fuckin up hip-hop
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it dont stop)
Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??)
The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
Why talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!!
Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punk
Were gonna make it how
We gonna make it, punk
What yall niggas talkin about?
Yall aint acquantin and barkin on hip-hop
This Westside Connection
WESTSIIIIDE!!!
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