"You goin overboard with all that, "fuck New York shit"

trying to dis Brooklyn, but the Boogie 'bout to talk shit

and ain't no fun, if the Dula can't get none

risin in the East, I'm bout to set it on the West, son

Listen, I ain't even down with who you dissen

far as I'm concerned NY been ass -kissen

for the longest, on the live side I'ma dead it

you aint a trooper, I know that's all super-unleaded

gas you inhaled from all your record sales

cause you went to California and blew up, but you fail

tryin to dis the big apple, I aint supposed to wanna battle

for a million dollar raffle?  You gettin gaffled

soon as I see you got a million

after the battle, I be like "oooh what a feeeelin"

Toyota will be selling me they biggest Landcruiser

money green so ngas could fiend like drug users

winners slap users like pimp slap hoes

and we know Suge is pimpin them hoes on Death Row

you actin like you wanna beef, but talkin below me

you ain't a real thug, you a real CaliPhoney



Who Shot Ya?  No it wasn't me and my peeps

you're talking bout New York, wordup, like something sweet

don't fool yourself, this ain't New York Undercover

it's real like the history of your father and mother

I'm sayin, think about that shit that you did

had a shootout in NY, raped a bitch, did a bid

like you proud of that, then let the world know it happened

first of all you fuckin up for other nga's rappin

how you makin movies, selling records, doin tours,

then be up in Denemora (sp), scrubbin other ngas' drawers?

the whole point in being criminal is gettin paid

son, you paid already, actin Crazy like Eddie

Fuck a Thug Life, ngas die being unlawful

let that peer pressure stress ya somethin awful

with the world in ya hand, fuck a man, be a King

you aint even a man cause you under the wing

Heltah Skeltah from the shelter, need protection

now you're one of Suge Knight's sons, runnin for election

against Snoop Dog for that top dog spot

Death Row, Prisoner-of-the-month on lock.



Now everybody know you from them roles you be playin

so all that make a record shit aint even worth sayin

west coast rappers go platinum in a second

cause west coast ngas go out and buy records

but east coast rappers be on conceited shit

the wack emcees here make repeated hits

they get star-struck and stop giving a fuck

and lyrically, half these ngas suck, and what

just put the real rappers in the ring

let your man bring the beats and whoever do they thing

fuck a record sale, fuck a phoney reputation,

fuck a pimp record label and them suck-dick stations.

Show skills, how ya flow skills, rock a party-

live from the heart, in front of everybody

without a shotty, ain't no need for all that

get your stupid ass some rikers & tracks, fuck the gats

my people out in Cali aint got nothin to do with this

you on your own dick, "POTNA", and you new to this

I could never dis my peeps in the west

but, that dissin Biggie shit, we still ain't impressed...