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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daz Dillinger
Daz Dillinger
Vocals
EPMD
EPMD
Sampled Artist
Genesis
Genesis
Sampled Artist
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricardo Emmanuel Brown
Ricardo Emmanuel Brown
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alvin McGill
Alvin McGill
Engineer
Carlos Warlick
Carlos Warlick
Engineer
DJ Pooh
DJ Pooh
Producer
Dave Aron
Dave Aron
Engineer
Daz Dillinger
Daz Dillinger
Producer
Keston Wright
Keston Wright
Engineer
Paul Foley
Paul Foley
Editing Engineer
Rick Clifford
Rick Clifford
Engineer
Rick Freeman
Rick Freeman
Engineer
Tommy D. Daughtery
Tommy D. Daughtery
Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, B Turn the speakers up Money Yo, God Yo, God Yo Yo, I got mad skills Isn't that Money 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 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 mind state Dre labels my vocabulary abusive I packs more knowledge than Confucius I'm deadly, induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed And niggazls 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 life's empty, the invincible MC 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 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 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 Too much, I serve too many people, too much Too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin' ain't gon be no sequel Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his knees Verbally useless, oh, you got the juice? I squeeze you juice less 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 existence 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' I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally Bore your whole molecular, structure Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix Hittin' MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist 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 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 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 Too much, I serve too many people, too much Too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin' ain't gon be no sequel We live, tonight I serve 2000 MC's (A, b) We live, 'cause can't none fuck with the DPG's (A, b, baby) We live because tonight I serve 2000 MC's (A, b, baby) We live, none can fuck with the DPG's (A, b, c, DPG's, baby) Baby, a, b, c, DPG's, a, b, baby Everyday, 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 (Baby) Nah, you can't even fade me I fuck, you, your momma, your auntie and your lady
Writer(s): Sylvia (usa) Robinson, Edward G. Fletcher, Griffin, Reginald D, Melvin Glover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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