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? Chorus0 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 One0 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 Two0 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 Two0 Kurupt