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Mack 10 talking
Godd*mn! New York City!
Skyscr*pers and everything!
Ice Cube
Back in the day, we used to respect y'all
We used to be down with y'all
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
y'all will never get our respect again
Westside nigg* (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)
All
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?!?
Ice Cube
fk 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
I'm 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 got the stress
Mack 10
You couldn't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster as* critics from the N-Y-C
Don't 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
WC
It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty as* New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfkin lead in their chest
because ain't none of them ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
fk U-N-I-T-Y, I'm 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"
Ice Cube
fk all the critics in the N-Y-C
tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly
But I've been writing gangsta s**t since '83
when y'all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
and blame it on these West Coast seven-figure
Just because we made it real got to deal
I hope blood ain't got to spill, I kill
Mack 10
It's like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like girls cos we're platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion from California to Japan, b*tch
Went overseas, seen D's how we done it
88's to 100's to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta s**t got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina's and sellin out arenas,
WC
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these up, I got to beat em
when I see me, T-Roller cut off his scr*tum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I'm mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fkin hip-hop classic
I'm banning you from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines
Ice Cube
To the West my , to the West
To the West my , to the West
To the West my , to the West
We the best my don't stress
fk all the critics in the N-Y-C
and your articles tryin to rate my LP
fk your backpacks and your wack as* raps
Sayin we ain't real because we make snaps
Sellin 6-fo's to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigg*
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
fk your baggy jeans, fk your magazines
Mack 10
Hey hey hey, what's happenin round tre?
It's still M-Y critic K on mines all motherfkin day
It's a trip the script flipped from when you was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, fkin with my set
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet
You better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us
WC
AIIIIYO!!! nigg* fk that s**t
I gotta, kill it kill it, fk a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I'm 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 I'm blamin all y'all for fkin up hip-hop
All
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don't 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?!?
Ice CubeMack 10 talking over Ice Cube
Why talkin loud?!?Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punk
What you talkin bout?!?We're gonna make it how
*repeat 15x*we gonna make it, punk
WESTSIDE nigg*!!!What y'all talkin about?
Y'all ain't acquantin and barkin on hip-hop
This Westside Connection
WESTSIIIIDE!!!