New York, New York

Yo, B (just pass the blunt, man) Turn your speakers up, money Yo, God (yo, God?) Yo Yo, I got mad skills Isn't that Money? 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 outta town But I'm down by law, and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound It's the incredible, the lyrical You can't be me like Niecey, to see me is gonna take a miracle I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical With a touch of this twister, stylistic mixture What I create pulsates, there is no escape Annihilate your mental mind state (mind state) Dre labels my vocabulary abusive (ah) I packs more knowledge than Confucius, I'm deadly Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to share To niggas throughout this hemisphere, far and near Prepare, catch me chillin' like the winner Up against the number one contender, as I enter 'Cause I gets heated like friction Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction React, this fact not fiction Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital Dangerous and vital to all my rivals Suicidal, brainwaves conveys Through the average motherfucker's minds these days, uh I'm all ready to put work in Take ten steps then turn and shoot the first nigga smirking Give a fuck, what's your name (name), what you claim (claim) Or why you came, motherfucker Don't explain Simply, don't tempt me, 'cause I'm simply Leggin' hoes like simpty, the invincible MC (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 outta town But I'm down by law, and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh It's 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 outta town But I'm down by law, and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh It's too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel Gimme a couple G's for every MC I knocked to his knees Verbally useless, oh, you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless The barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to me So how the fuck you inherit my style? (Nigga) Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why (why, oh why?) Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones Into bits and pieces, lyrical telekinesis Gets me into verbally vindictive Violent vocabulary vibes to existence Catch me in the pitch-black path I sit and let the sick thoughts pass through my mental 'Til I hear an instrumental Then detrimental verbals get to spittin' The highest in intellect, try connectin' with the written Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war Dips like a low-low, with my verbal four-four The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow For sure, I takes it to you from the door Motherfucker, mentally I go hardcore (you know) I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC To vocally void your whole molecular structure Catastrophic, mystic as Mxyzptlk Hittin' MCs like pits the deadliest lyricist 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 outta town But I'm down by law, and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh It's 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 outta town But I'm down by law, and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh It's too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel We live (we live, we live) The night, I serve two thousand MCs (baby) We live (baby) 'Cause can't none fuck with the D-P-Gs We live (baby) It was the night, I serve two thousand MCs (baby) Live (baby) None can fuck with the DPGs A-B-C-D-P-G-C, baby (baby), baby A-B-C-D-P-G-C, baby (baby), baby (baby) At day, I bust rhymes and recite In ways that make MCs stop in daylight I'm the deadliest MC you wanna see on the streets Invincibility is what makes me complete, compete? (Baby) Nah, you can't even fade me I fuck you, your mama, your auntie, and your lady

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