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(talking)
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 sayinand'
Why you talkin loud?
What you talkinand' 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.
Iand'm going thorough through your borough
Wit my raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world
On the west nevertheless ws
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress
(mack 10)
You couldnand't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, i kill and destroy
These bust ass critics from the n.y.c.
Donand'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 bustinand' clips like bananas
Spottinand' colored bandanas
(w.c.)
Itand'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 itand's on and the gauge in my pants got me limping
Fuck unity iand'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.
Tryinand' to get a east hip-hop monopoly
But iand've writng gangsta shit since and'83 when yaand'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 ainand't got spill i kill
(mack 10)
Itand's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches
Because weand'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 dand's how we done it
88and's to 100and's to let me dnow who really run it
Thes west coast gangsta shit got it crackinand' or we jackinand'
Packinand' ninas and sellinand' out arenas niggas
(w.c.)
You make me wanta holla throw up both my dubs
And roll these niggas up i got to beat and'em
When i see and'em t-roll and'em cut off hes scrotum
Leave and'em bleeding in particles for them bias
All articles iand'm mashing and blasting so get the casket
I bet you after this i get a fucking
Hip hop classic iand'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 donand'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
Sayinand' we ainand'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 whatand's happenin tound tray
Itand's still mt critic k on mines all mothafuckinand' day
Itand'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 packinand' 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 iand'm still with it putting it down
On all these djand'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 iand'm blaming all yaand'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 sayinand'
Why you talkinand' loud?
What you talkinand'about?(16x)
Westside!
Westside Connection
All the critics in new york
All the critics in new york
(talking)
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 sayinand'
Why you talkin loud?
What you talkinand' 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.
Iand'm going thorough through your borough
Wit my raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world
On the west nevertheless ws
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress
(mack 10)
You couldnand't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, i kill and destroy
These bust ass critics from the n.y.c.
Donand'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 bustinand' clips like bananas
Spottinand' colored bandanas
(w.c.)
Itand'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 itand's on and the gauge in my pants got me limping
Fuck unity iand'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.
Tryinand' to get a east hip-hop monopoly
But iand've writng gangsta shit since and'83 when yaand'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 ainand't got spill i kill
(mack 10)
Itand's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches
Because weand'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 dand's how we done it
88and's to 100and's to let me dnow who really run it
Thes west coast gangsta shit got it crackinand' or we jackinand'
Packinand' ninas and sellinand' out arenas niggas
(w.c.)
You make me wanta holla throw up both my dubs
And roll these niggas up i got to beat and'em
When i see and'em t-roll and'em cut off hes scrotum
Leave and'em bleeding in particles for them bias
All articles iand'm mashing and blasting so get the casket
I bet you after this i get a fucking
Hip hop classic iand'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 donand'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
Sayinand' we ainand'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 whatand's happenin tound tray
Itand's still mt critic k on mines all mothafuckinand' day
Itand'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 packinand' 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 iand'm still with it putting it down
On all these djand'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 iand'm blaming all yaand'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 sayinand'
Why you talkinand' loud?
What you talkinand'about?(16x)
Westside!
