[Verse 1: Lil' Leak]
Yo, Kris, you was hard now you're real soft
You sold out to the white man, fool, and I'm pissed off
Real mad 'cause you diss the G's
Sayin' gangsta rap won't last? Bitch, please
Freeze, while I go and get my TEC-9
Busting caps on your ass till you learn to respect mine
I don't give a fuck about the East Coast
Come close, get knocked on your ass with a right blow
To your motherfuckin' chin and neck
Chin checkin' on you bitches till you give us respect
And I can see that you like them fat hoes
And like Toucan Sam you got a big nose
See, you used to bust caps now you're yellin' "Peace!"
But I'ma stay strong bailing with my khakis creased
Yeah, fool, that's how we do it on the new year
The West Coast is up on thangs and y'all outta here
[Hook: Fo' Clips]
Outta here! (Tweed got his chrome, I say, yo, it's on!)
You motherfuckers outta here!
You're outta here (Tweed got his chrome, I say, yo, it's on!)
You motherfuckers outta here!
(Tweed got his chrome, I say, yo, it's on!)
[Verse 2: OYG redruM781]
Y'all pissin' me off trying to get us lost in the system
I gotta twist 'em and I don't need for me to listen, peep
The East Coast is crooked as a squiggly line
I rep gangsta because gangsta was on my mind
I need the life I live like a D-O-G
F-U-C-K the NYC, you know who I be
It's me Redrum, coming from the Wicked West Coast
Step to the flame and get turned to toast
You can't come close, ease down the Yellow Brick Road
We keep on bangin' and slangin' them thangs, as if you did not know
Time to show and tell, so heed the words that I speak
Rap City play the same shit four times a week
I tweak like a sucker maniac, I don't care
Guess what, you punk bitch? You up outta here
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Silkski]
The Fresh Prince stacker's busting caps, loading clips
Trigger fiending today this nigga popping my check
But niggas call me sucker when I'm known as Hit and Run
Hitting ditches, flipping switches, dropping smoke filled guns
Lyrical impact, fools would get jacked
Rolling twenty deep, yeah, nigga, it's like that
Boom, shake the room, nigga, not hardly, a Prince is a bitch
Nigga, you a lolli-pop sucker, punk motherfucker
Now find your ass a rock to crawl under
Bitch, you are outta here
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tweedy Bird Loc]
This goes to all you muthafuccas that's against Gangsta Rap
I hope you and your mamas have a muthafuccin' heart attacc
And you goddamn right I said it, bitch
Tweedy Bird Loc is bacc, talkin' much more shit
And if you don't like it, succ my muthafuccin' dicc
But I'mma continue to kicc this shit, how I see it
‘Cause knowledge is gained through experience, fools
And we can only rap about shit we done been through
And that's what you muthafuccas don't understand
If I was livin' like Alice, I would be rappin' about Wonderland
But I ain't
So why should I try to rap fictional, bitch, when I can't-can't?
‘Cause when it comes to this Gangsta Rap shit
Mary just ain't Poppins, bitch
So now it's time for me to flip the script
So I can check this bitch, that's been trying to trip
‘Cause only niggas that's real
Would diss a fake ass muthafucca, yo, Att Will
Yeah, KRS, you muthafuccin' None
I hope you don't still think you rank Number One
‘Cause it's my turn
I got a valuable lesson, that YOU MUST LEARN
‘Cause you's a fuccin' fool
So save them goddamn sermons for Sunday School
‘Cause I don't wanna hear your ass preach rappin', bitch
So you can miss me with that hypocritical bullshit
And this is My Philosophy
You sometimin' ass muthafuccas just kill me
‘Cause at first you was Criminal Minded, punk
And now you mouthin' off at the mouth with that junk
Talking 'bout Gangsta Rap is up outta here
But you can succ a fat baby's dicc, you fuccin' queer
‘Cause you pissin' me the fucc off
So take your sleek stacc lookin' ass bacc to the land of the lost
With the rest of them hypocrites
That's claimin' that they used to be from the streets, bitch
Like Fat Ass Joe and Vanilla Ice
Everlast, MC Serch and that punk Pete Nice
1994, is the gangsta year
So all you lollipop rappers, get the fucc up outta here
[Hook]
[Outro: Tweedy Bird Loc]
Fucc the South Bronx! KRS-None, you're outta here!
Ultrafagnetics, you're outta here!
Queen Dyke-tifah, you're outta here!
Lucy Campbell, you're outta here!
Fucc the Poison Ass Clan, you're outta here!
Tim muthafuccin' Frog, your punk ass is outta here!
