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[Featuring Snoop] 
Yo B (turn your speakers up man) 
Turn your speakers up money! 
Yo God! (Yo God?) 
Yo I got mad skills. 
Isn't that money? 
Chorus: Snoop 
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 out of town 
But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound 
Verse One: Daz 
It's the incredible, the lyrical 
You can't be me like Niece, 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 mindstate 
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive 
I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly 
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed 
And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near 
Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter 
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 
To the average motherfucker's minds these days 
I'm all ready to put work in 
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin 
Give a FUCK, what's your name, what you claim 
Or why you came, motherfucker don't explain 
Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply 
Layin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC 
Chorus One 
Chorus Two: Snoop 
Too much, I serve too many people, too much 
It's too much, I serve too many people 
And when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel 
Chorus One and Two 
Verse Two: Kurupt 
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? 
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny 
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why 
Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones 
Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis 
Gets me into verbally vindictive 
Violent vocabulary bobs to existance 
Catch me in the pitch black path 
I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental 
till I hear an instrumental 
And 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 fo'-fo' 
The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow 
Fo sho', I takes it to you from the do' 
Motherfucker, mentally I go hardco' (you know!) 
I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally 
bore your whole molecular, structure 
Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix 
Hittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist 
Chorus One and Two: repeat 2X 
[Kurupt] 
We live... tonight I serve two thousand MC's 
We live... cause can't none fuck with the DPG'z 
[Daz] 
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC's 
We live (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z 
[Snoop] 
DPGC, ba-by 
ABC the DPG'z 
Ba-by... 
Verse Three: Daz 
Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite 
In ways that make MC's stop in daylight 
I'm the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streets 
Invincibility is what makes me complete, compete 
Nah you can't even fade me 
I fuck, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady... 
*bzzt to static*

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