Yo B (turn your speakers up man)

Turn your speakers up money!

Yo God! (Yo God?)

Yo I got mad skills.

Isn't that money?



Chorus: Snoop



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



Verse One: Kurupt



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 mindstate

Dre labels my vocabulary abusive

I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly

Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed

And niggaz 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 lifes empty, the invicible MC



Chorus One



Chorus Two: Snoop



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



Chorus One and Two



Verse Two: K