We gon' represent the East Coast for y'all | Baby! | Make some motherfuckin' noise
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We gon' represent the East Coast for y'all | Baby! | Make some motherfuckin' noise
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We gon' represent the East Coast for y'all Baby! Make some motherfuckin' noise Throw up the W's Throw up your W's Come on, say that shit Throw 'em up, yo New York, New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound It's the incredible, the lyrical You can't be me like meese To see me, it's gonna take a miracle I'm drivin' motherfuckers hysterical With a touch of this thrister, stylistic mixture What I create pulsates, there is no escape Annihilate your mental mind state Motherfuckers, my creation make the men with the bolsa You can't compare a palace to Confucius, I'm deadly Reduce ya like Medusa with thoughts to share They can see throughout the ship and spear far and near Prepare, catch me chillin' like the winter Up against the number one contender as I enter 'Cause I get treated like friction Find a circle, hold jurisdiction React, this fact, not fiction Telepathic addiction to this homicidal recital Dangerous and vital to all my rivals I'm so suicidal, brainwaves convey Through the average motherfucker's mind these days I'm all ready to pervert it Take ten steps, then turn and shoot the first nigga smirkin' I give a fuck what's your name What you claim or why you came Motherfucker, don't explain Simply don't tick me 'cause I'm simply Layin' hoes like Semte, who am I? Who am I? New York, New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people Too much, I serve too many people Too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel New York, New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people Too much, I serve too many people Too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel Hit me a couple G's, throw at the MCs I bow to his knees, oh, you got the juice? I squeeze the juice, stay barbaric, versatile You no kin to me, so how the fuck you inherit my style? Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny Not a day goes by I don't get high, don't ask why Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones Into bits and pieces, lyrical telekinesis Dips me into verbally addictive Violent vocabulary vibes to existence Catch me in a pissed black past I sit and let the sick thoughts pass Through my mental 'til I hear an instrumental Mean and detrimental verbals get to spittin' The highest of intellect try connectin' with the written Now they faced with the forbidden Vocally chosen to explore new terrains And remain unseen throughout the war Dips like a low-low with my verbal .44 The cold, cold complexion MC with the slow flow Fo' sho', I takes it to you from the door Motherfucker, where did I go? You know I disconnect ya, corrupt a MC to vocally void your whole molecular structure I'm catastrophic, mystic as missile flickin' In the West Coast, I'm the deadly inheritance New York, New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people Too much, I serve too many people Too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel New York, New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people Too much, I serve too many people Too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel We live, we live, we live Tonight I served two thousand MCs We live, baby We live, baby It was the night I served two thousand MCs We live, baby What's the letters of the alphabet? A-B-C-D-P-G-C Louder, louder, louder, louder A-B-C-D-P-G-C Louder, louder, louder, louder Baby Aight, well we gon' handle this shit like this
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