Daz Dillinger - NY 87

Song Rating: 8.70/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro: DJ Quik]
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let yall know somethin
If youre lookin in the Source mag and dont see me
Its cause them n***as on the East is the enemy
Its real

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red
And Im down wit em
Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit em
Hung around wit em
One man, I ran with his clan
Theres only one land
n***as 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 d**h
Murder MCs til aint sh** left
In the sector
Why must MCs flip like gymnastics
Just to get they whole a** whipped
Claim to be cla**ic
But you dont set no cla**ic examples
With ya f**ed up beats and ya f**ed up samples
Your last verbal war you wont survive no more
I turned the channel cause n***as you aint live no more
I used to follow but now yous a legend like Sleepy Hollow
I shoot to k**, a horse pill u cant swallow
Theres no tomorrow, n***a, it all ends
I been down with KRS since Boogie Down begins
(Boogie Down Productions) Thats my man
Now whats this I hear? I was told to beware
Im the inspirer
Dissed by a n***a I admired
Hell no, this cant be
Now who the f** is this I hear on the radio dissin me?
B-I-double G-I-to the E
sh**s scorchin
Doing a video for a song that got blew out of proportion
I found hes the deadliest force
In a world where it all about glamour, fame and fortune
n***a, we Mobb Deep
So f** you, Jeru, and any Tribe who Quests to compete
We the elite
The psycho a**a**in is blastin
And next time you hit L.A., n***a, we mashin

[Verse 2: Deadly Threat]
West Coast sound, holdin it down
We got the dank
The sh** to make them fall out and faint
Record it, sh** that overseas imported
That genuine sh** that be hard to find
My lyrical so irresistible, I get the dough, and flip the flow
Over turn, if it wasnt 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 Im elected, wack MCs get ejected
Out the tape deck dash
Youre no match, your DJ cant scratch, you wont last
So just hop out the battle, retreat for your saddle
Its too many of us, we kick plenty of dust
Skulls melt from the heat from the microphone
Mortal Kombat make skeleton bones

[Verse 3: Daz]
Ayo Threat, I play the MC, n***as, they play the mic
I bash motherf**ers 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 sh**, 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 aint nathan nice
Sacrificing motherf**ers from men to mice
Twice, theres 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 aint no stoppin
On and on more of your dogs keep droppin
What was your homie aint yo homie no mo
Commit suicide and blow your brains on the floor
Dont ignore the fact, grab the microphone and snap
Then react with the sh** that jumped off that night

[Verse 4: 2Pac]
Callin all dogs, and phony rap stars that think they got me
Im on some Superman sh** now, they shouldnt have shot me
Uh, cause Im convinced that my squad is real
And God has blessed me with the power to be hard to k**
I got a mind thats full of murderous thoughts
When unleashed
I make them n***as bow, feel me now or be deceased
I aint choosin sides, hell nah, f** everybody
Its Westside when I ride, watch for dead bodies
Lyrics are colorful, words are anesthetics
Problems are gettin worked out faster than calisthenics
Im bulletproof
Blazed up on top of my mans roof
Hands on a fully AK, so whatchu plan to do?
Move muthaf**az til they feel me
Its West Coast, n***a, f** New York
Now did everybody hear me?
You shot at my homies now Imma blast
Screamin Thug Life muthaf**a when I pa**
NY 87

[Outro]
(NY 87)
(NY 87) Comin through your town
(NY 87) Gunnin n***as down
(NY 87) f** that sh**
(NY 87) We knockin n***as out
(NY 87) n***as just jealous
(NY 87) Watching too much Goodfellas

Now thats dissin

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 01:58