Song Lyrics Connection Westside - All The Critics In New York    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> C>> Connection Westside Singer Lyrics [Connection Westside other resources]>> All The Critics In New York Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Connection Westside Music Title/Track: All The Critics In New York Theme ID: 9082 Album: N/A Talking) God Damn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! (Ice Cube) Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas. We used to be down with yall niggas. All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect. So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again. Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah) Keeping it real! Westside! Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The west coast is in the house sayin' Why you talkin loud? What you talkin' about? (Ice Cube) 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 me down like the NFC. I'm going thorough through your borough Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world On the west nevertheless W/S We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress (Mack 10) You couldn't have said it no better homeboy With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C. Don't know that iI be from the ING 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 Spottin' colored bandanas (W.C.) It's the hoodsta cap peela Dusty ass New York critic killa Dumping and pumping Motha fucking led in their chest because none of them niggas ever have it up for the West So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell East smashing tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter New York, New York (4x) (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I Hope blood ain't got spill I kill (Mack 10) It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches Because we're platinum when we flex this With mic in hand fans in the stands We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch Went over seas seen D's how we done it 88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin' Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas (W.C.) You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket I bet you after this I get a fucking Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines... (Ice Cube) 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. (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. In your articles trying to rate my LP Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking 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 (Mack 10) Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin fell Off and got the nail in the coffin Who wanna regret fucin with my set I be a 24 yeat 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 (W.C.) A yo nigga fuck that shit I got to kill it fuck a New York critic he wuite about it Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down On all these DJ's hating faking and Flaking never once played my record on their radio station No love for a New York critic Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The West Coast is the house sayin' Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin'about?(16x) Westside Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Potential Victims, So Many Rappers In Love, Superstar (Double Murder = Double Platinum), Terrorist Threats, The Gangsta, The Killa, And The Dope Dealer, Westward Ho, All of That, Ballad of a Running Man, Creme Caramel, Gasoline, Idle Life, Lifeline, Mad Dog, Sparks Are Gonna Fly, God Inside My Head, My Exhibition, Broken Head, Chrome, Crank, Fripp, Half Life, I Confess, Kill Rhythm, Pain, Show Me Mary, Strange Fruit, The Nude, Balloon, Bill and Ben, Black Metallic, Ferment, Flower To Hide, I Want To Touch You, Indigo Is Blue, Salt, Shallow, Shes My Friend, Texture, Backwards Guitar, Car, Girl Stand Still, Heal 2, La La LaLa La, Mouthful Of Air, 75 Septembers, Act Of Nature, Almost, Addicted, Arrow, One Love, Other Connection Westside song Lyrics 3 Time Felons Lyrics A Threat To The World Lyrics Bow Down Lyrics Cross Em Out And Put A K Lyrics Do You Like Criminals? Lyrics Gangsta Nation Lyrics Gangstas Make The World Go Round Lyrics Get Ignit Lyrics Hoo-Bangin (WSCG Style) Lyrics Izm Lyrics ...Show All Other Artists Westside Connection Lyrics Westside Story Lyrics Westside Story Soundtrack Lyrics Westward Stabbing Lyrics Westworld Lyrics Wet Boys Lyrics Wet Desert Lyrics Wet Wet Wet Lyrics Wet Willie Lyrics Weta Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy