NY Love

"You goin overboard with all that, "fuck New York shit"<br>trying to dis Brooklyn, but the Boogie `bout to talk shit<br>and ain`t no fun, if the Dula can`t get none<br>risin in the East, I`m bout to set it on the West, son<br>Listen, I ain`t even down with who you dissen<br>far as I`m concerned NY been ass -kissen<br>for the longest, on the live side I`ma dead it<br>you aint a trooper, I know that`s all super-unleaded<br>gas you inhaled from all your record sales<br>cause you went to California and blew up, but you fail<br>tryin to dis the big apple, I aint supposed to wanna battle<br>for a million dollar raffle? You gettin gaffled<br>soon as I see you got a million<br>after the battle, I be like "oooh what a feeeelin"<br>Toyota will be selling me they biggest Landcruiser<br>money green so ngas could fiend like drug users<br>winners slap users like pimp slap hoes<br>and we know Suge is pimpin them hoes on Death Row<br>you actin like you wanna beef, but talkin below me<br>you ain`t a real thug, you a real CaliPhoney<br>**<br>Who Shot Ya? No it wasn`t me and my peeps<br>you`re talking bout New York, wordup, like something sweet<br>don`t fool yourself, this ain`t New York Undercover<br>it`s real like the history of your father and mother<br>I`m sayin, think about that shit that you did<br>had a shootout in NY, raped a bitch, did a bid<br>like you proud of that, then let the world know it happened<br>first of all you fuckin up for other nga`s rappin<br>how you makin movies, selling records, doin tours,<br>then be up in Denemora (sp), scrubbin other ngas` drawers?<br>the whole point in being criminal is gettin paid<br>son, you paid already, actin Crazy like Eddie<br>Fuck a Thug Life, ngas die being unlawful<br>let that peer pressure stress ya somethin awful<br>with the world in ya hand, fuck a man, be a King<br>you aint even a man cause you under the wing<br>Heltah Skeltah from the shelter, need protection<br>now you`re one of Suge Knight`s sons, runnin for election<br>against Snoop Dog for that top dog spot<br>Death Row, Prisoner-of-the-month on lock.<br>***<br>Now everybody know you from them roles you be playin<br>so all that make a record shit aint even worth sayin<br>west coast rappers go platinum in a second<br>cause west coast ngas go out and buy records<br>but east coast rappers be on conceited shit<br>the wack emcees here make repeated hits<br>they get star-struck and stop giving a fuck<br>and lyrically, half these ngas suck, and what<br>just put the real rappers in the ring<br>let your man bring the beats and whoever do they thing<br>fuck a record sale, fuck a phoney reputation,<br>fuck a pimp record label and them suck-dick stations.<br>Show skills, how ya flow skills, rock a party-<br>live from the heart, in front of everybody<br>without a shotty, ain`t no need for all that<br>get your stupid ass some rikers & tracks, fuck the gats<br>my people out in Cali aint got nothin to do with this<br>you on your own dick, "POTNA", and you new to this<br>I could never dis my peeps in the west<br>but, that dissin Biggie shit, we still ain`t impressed...