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Dr. Dre - East Coast/West Coast Killas lyrics
East coast *killer*, west coast *killer* (repeat 8x) Verse one: rbx While childish mc's battle over coastal fronts I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts If you want to be evil like knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental Custom designed, for instrumental Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti And this one's a burner, baby Truck, like toyata driven True and livin drivin with the gat Uhh, pop the clutch, let the cold crush rush Then i flush wack material That's if i don't mash them all to mush Hush, let me burst, dare i gush Cock-diezel cuts Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic East coast *killer*, west coast *killer* (repeat 4x) Verse two: krs-one Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career? Before i bust your shit let's get one thing clear Don't provoke kris no joke this I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo i stay focused Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast Over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly Ignorant ass mc's continue to tempt me Lyrics be empty like alcatraz cellblock Too many mc's rappin causin lyrical gridlock Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox Yet i'm still unknown like the x on sadat Just your typical, non-topical Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin I check one-two's and who's in the house Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth Whattyou think this is? krs-one from the bronx kid! East coast *killer*, west coast *killer* (repeat 8x) Welcome to the new world order You are now under martial law All constituional rights have been suspended Verse three: b-real The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast trippin goin on through out the business East coast west coast anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from i'ma killa hill-er I got crews on both sides together Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever Fool i can roll through any block From central to westland avenue, without my glock But some niggaz can't survive on both sides So they try and break off, eliminate ties Fools got to get wise, better realize True, enemy lies killin in the highrise Office, analyzing the song Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the hill Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty group therapy The mighty mighty aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise! East coast *killer*, west coast *killer (repeat 4x) Verse four: nas escobar Now when i bomb like sadaam, the world feels the wrath of khan Desert storm in this modern day babylon I be the twelve disciples strap arms All black on running your spot hit the safe and i'm gone Like a thief wrong, i keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on Focus on your rap holsters, notice I'm evil like the exorcist to the locusts Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night Like jehovah towards the virgin in white I'm wrapped in a turban for spite Like a israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real To make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal Like heavy heel, but what's the fuckin deal? East coast *killer* west coast *killer* (repeat 8x) |
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