NY 87

Yo, this is DJ Quik

Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know somethin'

If you're lookin' in the Source mag and don't see me

It's 'cause them niggas on the East is the enemy

It's real

I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red

And I'm down with' 'em

Indeed we all smoke weed and clown with 'em

Hung around with 'em

One man, I ran with his clan

There's only one land

Niggas 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 havoc, speak lavish lifestyles

I crack your clavicle for the cabbage

Rhyme savage

Introduction to death

Murder MC's 'til ain't shit left

In the sector

Why must MC's flip like gymnastics

Just to get they whole ass whipped

Claim to be classic

But you don't set no classic examples

With ya fucked up beats and ya fucked up samples

Your last verbal war you won't survive no more

I turned the channel 'cause niggas you ain't live no more

I used to follow but now you's a legend like Sleepy Hollow

I shoot to kill, a horse pill u can't swallow

There's no tomorrow, nigga, it all ends

I been down with KRS since Boogie Down begins

(Boogie Down Productions) That's my man

Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware

I'm the inspirer

Dissed by a nigga I admired

Hell no, this can't be

Now who the fuck is this I hear on the radio dissin' me?

B-I-double G-I-to the E

Shit's scorchin'

Doing a video for a song that got blew out of proportion

I found he's the deadliest force

In a world where it all about glamour, fame and fortune

Nigga, we Mobb Deep

So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe who Quests to compete

We the elite

The psycho assassin is blastin'

And next time you hit L.A., nigga, we mashin''

West Coast sound, holdin' it down

We got the dank

The shit to make them fall out and faint

Record it, shit that overseas imported

That genuine shit that be hard to find

My lyrical so irresistible, I get the dough, and flip the flow

Over turn, if it wasn't black owned it got burned, up

When the S.C. erupt

I hear the fakes on the radio make my ears ache

We aim and shoot the wack to reduce the pain

Black at ya, sick in the head body snatchers

'96, when I'm elected, wack MC's get ejected

Out the tape deck dash

You're no match, your DJ can't scratch, you won't last

So just hop out the battle, retreat for your saddle

It's too many of us, we kick plenty of dust

Skulls melt from the heat from the microphone

Mortal Kombat make skeleton bones

Ayo Threat, I play the MC, niggas, they play the mic

I bash motherfuckers from words that I recite

Tighter than the average MC tryna battle me

Tragedy is a must as I crush NYC

Lately I been on some crazy shit, imagine this

To make it 'til you die until you out of it

Scouting your hood for murders

Roamin' 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 motherfuckers from men to mice

Twice, there's been a murder on your block

When he dropped, your homie thought he was nutty

What made him outrun my 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 ignore the fact, grab the microphone and snap

Then react with the shit that jumped off that night

Callin' all dogs, and phoney rap stars that think they got me

I'm on some Superman shit now, they shouldn't have shot me

Uh, 'cause I'm convinced that my squad is real

And God has blessed me with the power to be hard to kill

I got a mind that's full of murderous thoughts

When unleashed

I make them niggas bow, feel me now or be deceased

I ain't choosin' sides, hell nah, fuck everybody

It's Westside when I ride, watch for dead bodies

Lyrics are colorful, words are anesthetics

Problems are gettin' worked out faster than calisthenics

I'm bulletproof

Blazed up on top of my man's roof

Hands on a fully AK, so what'chu plan to do?

Move muthafuckaz 'til they feel me

It's West Coast, nigga, fuck New York

Now did everybody hear me?

You shot at my homies now I'mma blast

Screamin' Thug Life muthafucka when I pass

NY '87

(NY '87)

(NY '87) Comin' through your town

(NY '87) Gunnin' niggas down

(NY '87) Fuck that shit

(NY '87) We knockin' niggas out

(NY '87) Niggas just jealous

(NY '87) Watching too much Goodfellas

Now that's dissin'