DJ Quik: Yo, this is DJ Quik Taking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know something If you're looking in the Source mag and don't see me It's cause some niggas on the East is the enemy It's real
Kurupt: I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red I'm down with them Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit um' Hung around wit um' One man I ran with his clan There is 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 Havok speak lavish lifestyles I crack your clavical for the cabbage Rhyme savage Introduction to death Murder MCs til ain't shit left In the sector Why must MCs 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 yous a legend like Sleepy Hallow I shoot to kill the horse pill u can't swallow There's no tomorrow Nigga, it all ends I been down with KRS since Boggie Down begins 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'scorchin' Doing a video for a song That got blew out of porportion I found he's the deadliest force In a world where it all about glamour fame and fortune Nigga we Mob Deep So fuck you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quests to compete We the elite The psycho assassin is blastin' And next time you hit L.A. nigga we mashin'
Deadly Threat: West Coast sound, holdin' it down We got the tank The shit to make them fall out and faint Record it, shit that overseas imported That geniune 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 on the gat burned up 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 snatcher 96' When I'm elect the 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 carry plenty of dust, skulls melt from the heat from the microphone Mortal Kombat make skeletons bones
Daz: Eyo Threat I play the MC Niggas they played the mic I bash motherfuckers from words that I recite Tighter than the average MC Trynna battle me Tragedy is a must As I crush N.Y.C Lately I been on some crazy shit Imagine this To make it 'til you die Until you out of it Your hood from murders Roaming 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 into mics Twice There's been a murder on your block When he drop Your homie thought he was nutty What made him I roll a 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 ingore the fact Grab the microphone and snap Then react with the shit that jumped off that night
2Pac: Callin' all dogs and phony rap stars Who 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 2 kill I got a