East Coast / West Coast Killas Group Therapy Lyrics - Dr. Dre

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While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts 

I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts 

If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump 

I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump 

The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental 

custom designed, for instrumental 

Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti 

And this one's a burner, baby 

Truck, like Toyata driven 

True and livin drivin with the gat 

Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush 

Then I flush wack material 

That's if I don't mash them all to mush 

Hush, let me burst, dare I gush 

Cock-diezel cuts 

Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic 

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Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career? 

Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear 

Don't provoke Kris no joke this 

I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused 

Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken 

The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin 

Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast 

over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials 

Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly 

Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me 

Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock 

Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock 

Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox 

Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat 

Just your typical, non-topical 

Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin 

I check one-two's and who's in the house 

Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth 

Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid! 

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Welcome to the New World Order 

You are now under martial law 

All constituional rights have been suspended 

The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this 

Coast trippin goin on through out the business 

East Coast West Coast anybody killer! 

I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er 

I got crews on both sides together 

Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever 

Fool I can roll through any block 

from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock 

But some niggaz can't survive on both sides 

So they try and break off, eliminate ties 

Fools got to get wise, better realize 

True, enemy lies killin in the highrise 

office, analyzing the song 

Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along 

Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill 

Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill 

Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy 

The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know 

You're not ready to rumble or test this 

Kill that noise! 

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Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan 

Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon 

I be the twelve disciples strap arms 

All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone 

Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm 

Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on 

Focus on your rap holsters, notice 

I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts 

Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night 

Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white 

I'm wrapped in a turban for spite 

Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up 

When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up 

It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real 

to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal 

like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal? 

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