
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
All The Critics In New York |
Goddamn! |
New York City! |
Skyscrapers and everything! |
Back in the day, we used to respect y’all niggas |
We used to be down with y’all niggas |
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect |
So I say to you and your city |
Y’all niggas will never get our respect again |
Westside nigga (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?!? |
Fuck 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 niggas got the stress |
You couldn’t have said it no better homeboy |
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy |
These buster ass 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 ass New York critic killer |
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest |
Because ain’t none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West |
So now it’s on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin |
Fuck 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» |
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C |
Tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly |
But I’ve been writing gangsta shit 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 niggas |
Just because we made it real niggas 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 bitches 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, bitch |
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 shit got it crackin, or we jackin |
Packin nina’s and sellin out arenas, niggas |
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs |
And roll these niggas 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 fuckin hip-hop classic |
I’m banning you niggas from the scene |
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines |
To the West my niggas, to the West |
To the West my niggas, to the West |
To the West my niggas, to the West |
We the best my niggas don’t stress |
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C |
And your articles tryin to rate my LP |
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass 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, nigga |
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams |
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines |
Hey hey hey, what’s happenin round tre? |
It’s still N-Y critic K on mines all motherfuckin day |
It’s a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin |
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin |
Who wanna regret, fuckin with my set |
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet |
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us |
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us |
AIIIIYO!!! |
Nigga fuck that shit |
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck 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 fuckin 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 |
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!! |
What y’all niggas talkin about? |
Y’all ain’t acquantin and barkin on hip-hop |
This Westside Connection |
WESTSIIIIDE!!! |
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Gangsta Nation | 2002 |
Bow Down ft. Ice Cube, Westside Connection | 2015 |
Hoo Bangin' (Wscg Style) | 2013 |
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Potential Victims | 2006 |
Call 9-1-1 | 2013 |
Gangsta Nation (Feat. Nate Dogg) ft. Nate Dogg | 2006 |
Terrorist Threats | 2006 |
King Of The Hill | 2002 |
3 Time Felons | 2002 |
Get Ignit | 2002 |
Lights Out (Feat. Knoc 'Turn 'Al) ft. Knoc 'Turn 'Al | 2006 |
Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K | 2002 |
Westward Ho | 2006 |
You Gotta Have Heart | 2002 |
Pimp The System ft. Mack 10, Butch Cassidy, Ice Cube | 2002 |
Let It Reign | 2013 |
Gangstas Make the World Go Round | 2013 |