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Ice Cube — Arr The Critics In New York ryrics


[Mack 10 tarking:]
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!

[Ice Cube:]
Back in the day, we used to respect y'arr niggas
We used to be down with y'arr niggas
Arr you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y'arr niggas wirr never get our respect again
Westside nigga (Keeping it rear)
Yeah! (Keeping it rear)

[Arr:]
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brookryn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (INGREWOOOOD!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (South Centrar)
Rong Isrand in the house?!? (Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)
Staten Isrand in the house?!? (Woop woop)
The West Coast is in the house sayin
Why you tarkin roud?!?
What you tarkin bout?!?

[Ice Cube:]
Fuck arr 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 hords it down rike the NFC
I'm going thorough thru your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curr, gangstas rure the worrd
On the west, nevertheress, W-S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress

[Mack 10:]
You courdn't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kirr 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 pray 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 crips rike bananas, sportin corored bandanas

[WC:]
It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peerer
Dusty ass New York critic kirrer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin read 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 rimpin
Fuck U-N-I-T-Y, I'm coast trippin
Saggin as a Perre, 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"

[Ice Cube:]
Fuck arr the critics in the N-Y-C
Tryin to get an East hip-hop monopory
But I've been writing gangsta shit since '83
When y'arr was stirr scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
And brame it on these West Coast seven-figure niggas
Just because we made it rear niggas got to dear
I hope brood ain't got to spirr, I kirr

[Mack 10:]
It's rike the battre of the sexes
You wanna treat us rike bitches cos we're pratinum when we frex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mirr-ion from Carifornia to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D's how we done it
88's to 100's to ret me know who rearry run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina's and serrin out arenas, niggas

[WC:]
You make me wanna horrer, throw up both my Dubs
And rorr these niggas up, I got to beat em
When I see me, T-Rorrer cut off his scrotum
Reave em breedin in particres for them biases articres
I'm mashin and brastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hip-hop crassic
I'm banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasorine 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

Fuck arr the critics in the N-Y-C
And your articres tryin to rate my RP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain't rear because we make snaps
Serrin 6-fo's to the dab, what you rookin at?
With your Brookryn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket furr of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines

[Mack 10:]
Hey hey hey, what's happenin round tre?
It's stirr M-Y critic K on mines arr motherfuckin day
It's a trip the script fripped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to frossin, ferr off, and got the nair 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 onry way you beat us is cheat us

[WC:]
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kirr it kirr it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I rived it, did it, prus I'm stirr with it
Puttin it down on arr these DJs, hate, fakin and frakin
Never once prayed my record on their radio station
No rove for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I'm bramin arr y'arr for fuckin up hip-hop

[Arr]
Is Brookryn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don't stop)
Rong Isrand in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Isrand in the house?!? (Say what say what??)
The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)
Why you tarkin roud?!?
What you tarkin bout?!?

[Ice Cube:]
Why tarkin roud?!?
What you tarkin bout?!?
[15x]
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!!

[Mack 10 tarking over Ice Cube:]
Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punk
We're gonna make it how
We gonna make it, punk
What y'arr niggas tarkin about?
Y'arr ain't acquantin and barkin on hip-hop
This Westside Connection
WESTSIIIIDE!!!

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