All The Critics In New York

Godd**n New York City

Skyscrapers and everything

Back in the day we used to respect y'all n***as

We used to be down with y'all n***as

All you have for the West Coast is criticism and disrespect

So I say to you and your city

Y'all n***as will never get our respect again

Westside n***a

Keeping it real

Yeah

Keeping it real

WESTSIIIIIDE

Is Brooklyn in the house

Check it out

What about Queens in the house

INGLEWOOOOD

Manhattan in the house

South Central

Long Island in the house

Check it out

Is the Bronx in the house

Waddup

Staten Island in the house

Woop woop

The West Coast is in the house sayin

Why you talkin loud

What you talkin bout

F**k 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 it down like the NFC

I'm going thorough thru your borough

Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl gangstas rule the world

On the west nevertheless W-S

We got the bomb and you n***as got the stress

You couldn't have said it no better homeboy

With my automatic toy I kill and destroy

These buster a*s critics from the N-Y-C

Don't they know that I be from the I-N-G

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 bustin clips like bananas sportin colored bandanas

WC

It's the Mister hoodsta cap peeler

Dusty a*s New York critic killer

Dumping and pumping the motherf**kin lead in their chest

Because ain't none of them n***as ever gave it up for the West

So now it's on and the gauge in my pants got me limpin

F**k U-N-I-T-Y I'm coast trippin

Saggin as a Pelle smashin tape recorders

This is 187 on a New York reporter

New York New York

New York New York

New York New York

New York New York

F**k all the critics in the N-Y-C

Tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly

But I've been writing gangsta s**t since '83

When y'all was still scared to use profanity

Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers

And blame it on these West Coast seven-figure n***as

Just because we made it real n***as got to deal

I hope blood ain't got to spill I kill

It's like the battle of the sexes

You wanna treat us like b***hes cos we're platinum when we flex this

With mic in hand fans in the stands

We make a mill-ion from California to Japan b***h

Went overseas seen D's how we done it

88's to 100's to let me know who really run it

This West Coast gangsta s**t got it crackin or we jackin

Packin nina's and sellin out arenas n***as

You make me wanna holler throw up both my Dubs

And roll these n***as up I got to beat em

When I see me T-Roller cut off his scrotum

Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles

I'm mashin and blastin so get the casket

I bet you after this I get a f**kin hip-hop classic

I'm banning you n***as from the scene

Kickin over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines

To the West my n***as to the West

To the West my n***as to the West

To the West my n***as to the West

We the best my n***as don't stress

F**k all the critics in the N-Y-C

And your articles tryin to rate my LP

F**k your backpacks and your wack a*s raps

Sayin we ain't real because we make snaps

Sellin six-fos to the Japs what you lookin at

With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad n***a

I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams

F**k your baggy jeans f**k your magazines

Hey hey hey what's happenin round tre

It's still N-Y critic K on mines all motherf**kin day

It's a trip the script flipped from when you n***as was bossin

Got to flossin fell off and got the nail in the coffin

Who wanna regret f**kin with my set

I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet

You n***as better watch how you greet us when you meet us

We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us

AIIIIYO n***a f**k that s**t

I gotta kill it kill it f**k a New York critic

He write about how I lived it did it plus I'm still with it

Puttin it down on all these DJs hate fakin and flakin

Never once played my record on their radio station

No love for a New York critic or disc jock

Matter of fact I'm blamin all y'all for f**kin up hip-hop

Is Brooklyn in the house

Check it out

What about Queens in the house

WESTSIIIIIIIDE

Manhattan in the house

And it don't stop

Long Island in the house

YEAH YEAH Check it out

Is the Bronx in the house

Staten Island in the house

Say what say what

The West Coast is in the house sayin

Yeah

Why you talkin loud

What you talkin bout

Why talkin loud

Yeah take it how you wanna take it punk

What you talkin bout

We're gonna make it how

*repeat 15x*we gonna make it punk

WESTSIDE n***a What y'all n***as talkin about

Y'all ain't acquantin and barkin on hip-hop

This Westside Connection

WESTSIIIIDE