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    God Damn! New York City!

    Skyscrapers and everything!



    (Ice Cube)

    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!



    Westside!

    Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house?

    Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house?

    Staten Island in the house?

    The west coast is in the house sayin'

    Why you talkin loud?

    What you talkin' about?



    (Ice Cube)



    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 me down like the NFC.

    I'm going thorough through your borough

    Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world

    On the west nevertheless W/S

    We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress



    (Mack 10)

    You couldn't have said it no better homeboy

    With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy

    These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C.

    Don't know that iI be from the ING

    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

    Spottin' colored bandanas



    (W.C.)

    It's the hoodsta cap peela

    Dusty ass New York critic killa

    Dumping and pumping

    Motha fucking led in their chest because none

    of them niggas ever have it up for the West

    So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping

    Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell

    East smashing tape recorders

    This is 187 on a New York reporter



    New York, New York (4x)



    (Ice Cube)



    Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C.

    Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly

    But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use

    Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these

    West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I

    Hope blood ain't got spill I kill



    (Mack 10)



    It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches

    Because we're platinum when we flex this

  • With mic in hand fans in the stands

    We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch

    Went over seas seen D's how we done it

    88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it

    Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin'

    Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas



    (W.C.)



    You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs

    And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em

    When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum

    Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias

    All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket

    I bet you after this I get a fucking

    Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene

    Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines...



    (Ice Cube)

    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 don't stress.



    (Ice Cube)



    Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C.

    In your articles trying to rate my LP

    Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps

    Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps

    Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking 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



    (Mack 10)



    Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray

    It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day

    It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin

    fell Off and got the nail in the coffin

    Who wanna regret fucin with my set

    I be a 24 yeat 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



    (W.C.)



    A yo nigga fuck that shit

    I got to kill it fuck a

    New York critic he wuite about it

    Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down

    On all these DJ's hating faking and

    Flaking never once played my record on their radio station

    No love for a New York critic

    Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop



    Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house?

    Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house?

    Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house?

    The West Coast is the house sayin'



    Why you talkin' loud?

    What you talkin'about?(16x)

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