Westside Connection All The Critics In New York (Produced By Binky) Lyrics

"All The Critics In New York"

[Mack 10 talking]
g______! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!

[Ice Cube]
Back in the day, we used to respect y'all n____s
We used to be down with y'all n____s
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y'all n____s will never get our respect again
Westside n____ (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)

[All]
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central)
Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)
Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop)
The West Coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?

[Ice Cube]
f___ all 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 holds it down like the NFC
I'm going thorough thru your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, W-S
We got the bomb and you n____s got the stress

[Mack 10]
You couldn't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster a__ critics from the N-Y-C
Don't they know that I be from the I-N-G
My peeps play 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 clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas

[WC]
It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty a__ New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the m_________in lead in their chest
Because ain't none of them n____s ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
f___ U-N-I-T-Y, I'm coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, 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]
f___ all the critics in the N-Y-C
Tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly
But I've been writing gangsta s___ since '83
When y'all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
And blame it on these West Coast seven-figure n____s
Just because we made it real n____s got to deal
I hope blood ain't got to spill, I kill

[Mack 10]
It's like the battle of the s__es
You wanna treat us like b____es cos we're platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion from California to j__an, b____
Went overseas, seen D's how we done it
88's to 100's to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta s___ got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina's and sellin out arenas, n____s

[WC]
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these n____s up, I got to beat em
When I see me, T-Roller cut off his s______
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I'm mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a f___in hip-hop classic
I'm banning you n____s from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines

[Ice Cube]
To the West my n____s, to the West
To the West my n____s, to the West
To the West my n____s, to the West
We the best my n____s don't stress

f___ all the critics in the N-Y-C
And your articles tryin to rate my LP
f___ your backpacks and your wack a__ raps
Sayin we ain't real because we make snaps
Sellin 6-fo's to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, n____
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
f___ your baggy jeans, f___ your magazines

[Mack 10]
Hey hey hey, what's happenin round tre?
It's still M-Y critic K on mines all m_________in day
It's a trip the script flipped from when you n____s was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, f___in with my set
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet
You n____s better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us

[WC]
AIIIIYO!!! n____ f___ that s___
I gotta, kill it kill it, f___ a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I'm still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I'm blamin all y'all for f___in up hip-hop

[All]
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don't stop)
Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??)
The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?

[Ice Cube]
Why talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
[repeat 15x]
WESTSIDE n____!!!

[Mack 10 talking 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'all n____s talkin about?
Y'all ain't acquantin and barkin on hip-hop
This Westside Connection
WESTSIIIIDE!!!