Let Us Begin (feat. KRS-One) - Snoop Dogg

In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak Elijah Muhammed or the welfare state But I know And I know because of KRS-One Yeah and I know And I know because of KRS-One Because he's droppin droppin droppin science droppin history With a whole heap of style and intelligency Yes, I know And I know because of KRS-One Yeah, and I know I know because of KRS-One Because we don't want to pay money fee to hear the same old sounds Watch him he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground And I know how do I know And I know because of KRS-One Yeah, and I know And I know because of KRS-One And I know And I know because of KRS-One And I know And I know

Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the Motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo, Yo Kris, run that shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? That, that shit, My joint. Run that motherfucker... it's only right kid... (Do it, do it, do it...) Drop that bassline... You want lyrics? We give ya lyrics. Check it out now, one time... (Do it, do it, do it...) When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Ill Will, slap dem up MC's get ate, get broken like a pretzel And get dissed if they ever try to step to They can't take a MC with loose lips Talk a lotta shit Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow tips Watch another rapper body get stiff Just like in church, we pass the basket As I preach over his casket Fuck it, kick the body right over And say "See ya, hmm... nice to know ya" Got another rapper to see Yo Kris, bust that ass If you're shiverin' get off the pot Let the original rapper rock the spot You stand there and jock, goin' This is absolutely ludicrous, what can you do to Kris Chattin' foolishness, step along quick with that stupidness It's me rippin' this for self, where else ya lookin'? I got more rhymes than all the Jamaicans in Brooklyn So beat it or be seated, Gee I'm mad undefeated Young boy, you can't see me, run along and make pee-pee I was rockin' rhymes when "La-Di-Da-Di" was a demo Admit you been on my tip for years and just can't seem to let go Go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna battle KRS quick I bet the minute you get home you'll get your ass whipped Crazy ill mad styles is what I give'em Not a run-of-the-mill'em, I drill'em, I got ridiculous rhythm None of my styles you can get with'em Still um, will um, your crew come get some so I can kill'em Well I roll by myself but don't let it fool ya If I got beef my crew'll damn step to ya We don't play no games, I'll come straight to your rest Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest A fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad skills will Don't let me have to kill you kid, god forbid still Greed will lead your need to succeed But your speed, your speech Your outreach is a breach of what I teach For lyrical styles you're a leech If I was Spanish I'd say, ["You lie like a beech"] Wow-wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow, wow-wow-wow... Wow, for a amateur you really looked hard But you're really a bitch, when you get it together Call me, here's my card Check the list: you lack breath control, mental behaviour Lyrical talent, imagination and flavour I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta T-Shirt I'll smash your wanna-be ass in the deep dirt Black, you'll come up dizzy sayin' "How da fuck he do dat?" 'Cause you're yappin' like you can't be reached If your name ain't Arrested Development, well save your speech Time to ill, I got mad skills to fill Not a fake, I got more styles than Drake's got Tasty Cakes Gotta be the best Gee, don't try to test me You'll get jacked son, even if your name is not Jesse Let's be up front when I meet ya Peace, uh, I'm the motherfuckin' teacher When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy! Gal! Will ya come slap dem up, up, up, up, up... (Do it, do it, do it...) x2 Yo... South Bronx, South South Bronx South Bronx, South South... yo, Uptown Brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya 'bout Staten Island What about... Queens?

[Fat Joe] Coca! Krills! {A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist} Uh hun, uh hun, shit, My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks... Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no! Sex, money, murder, we call this the hit 'em up flow Barely fifteen, copped my first triple bean Tryna get wit Fat Cat And Pappy to do my thing I'm just a kid, with envisions And visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M. Ronald Reagan told me "Yo, Joey just do ya thing" Now I'm lookin back, man I ain't have no conscience Slappin niggaz silly Till them niggaz fell unconscious Speakin of my conscience Now it be fuckin with me So-called activist Try to dis me publicly And they don't even know where my heart at, heart at And I don't even know where to start at, start at [KRS-One] But this your conscience speakin No time for cryin and weepin You tryin to climb, you reachin Up to ya prime, you eatin' You ripped a rhyme last weekend You cleared a mill, no cheatin' Who give some fuck what they speakin'? Just keep movin, leadin! You from the place of them heathens Cop needs to see them For no reason, Young hustlers in the street bleedin Moms grievin Joe, you came up from all that Fuck that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK! [Hook: Fat Joe] My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me [KRS-One] Would the critics come at you if you was Arnold Schwarzenegger? Killing cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger You should run for governor, Republicans be lovin ya! [Fat Joe] Yeah, wave the Confederate flag like some Southerners?! Nah! I rather be on the block like a hustler Guns with the mufflers D's put the cuffs on us He's an MC and these streets put they trust in us [KRS-One] Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put they lust in us They fuss wit us, ain't nobody helpin us! One minute they cheerin us Next minute they cussin us! [Joe Crack (KRS)] Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! That's that nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!) I don't even trust 'em (OHH!) My conscience says no I wanna hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!) These are some thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now [Hook: Fat Joe] My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me [Fat Joe] Yeah. Is this my conscience speakin? Sounds like my mentor [KRS-One] Yup, you guessed it! How else could I enter? It's been a couple of years, as we rock the joint venture You ain't been callin me lately, you don't remember?! [Fat Joe (KRS-One)] Shiiiiit! Who you think I got my whole style from? Them live shows, before the $20, 000 See the 'Rinas, before cocaina You and Scott La Rock, back to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah) I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger You was on ya album cover, finger on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) Flip to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...) "Self-Destruction" (C'mon) Damn, you the leader! [KRS-One] Joe, let's take it back to "Don Cartegena" You and Big Pun had the whole Bronx demeanor! 560 gear, that Boriqua pride Did burners with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's You was with Relativity, I was with Jive All the BULLSHIT you been through How you survive?! [Fat Joe] Kris, that's why I'm the greatest Of all time [KRS-One - chuckling] Joe, (I'm) the best! You must be out ya fuckin mind! [Hook: Fat Joe] My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me [KRS-One] KRS, Fat Joe, you know what it is K-R-S-UNO es fresco [Fat Joe] My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks... BX, TS nigga - UH!

Snoop Dogg Miscellaneous Give it 2 'Em Dogg Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by The tray, like gangstas with the heaters Gangbangin is my shit nigga Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint Dogg We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg...) We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him That's probably how rumors get started See niggas be yappin off at the mouth And don't be havin their heart in Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin Nigga throw me somethin, shit I'm doin badder than you And I aint even fakin or frontin So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck And my status been a classic I stay on the set Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit Cool time on the grind never mind the danger Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys We in this business to win this whatever the cost Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Deee you're never to cross Motherfuckers HOOK

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin' up shit But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin' motherfuckers tryin' to steal my flow But it ain't no thang 'cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin' my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, 'cuz I'm back Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up, now tell me what's goin' on It make me wanna holler, 'cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes And quit tryin' to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb 'cuz I rolled you a joint You'se a flea and I'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin' paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize and see where I'm comin' from It's still East Side till I die, why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D O Double G Y It's a crazy mixed up world It's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin' juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin' flavor like Life Savors Ain't that somethin', talk shit and I'm dumpin' I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin' Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin' All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin' I wanna see some panties droppin' I'm comin' from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows I'm dishin' out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, French braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin' slugs And I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked But it's mandatory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin' hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin' and movin' Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin' Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin Murderin' with rhymes packin' Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you fuckin' wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin' out loony like O-Dog It's a Doggy Dogg's World The Dogg's World Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party uh huh Tell when it don't stop, and uh, it don't quit for the The Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavvy Dogg shit Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin' that Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about The city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D O Double G the P O U N D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Don't you know it's a Doggy Dogg World Oh yeah, talking about Snoop, talking about you Snoop

Yeah! Straight up nine to five Kurupt the motherfucking Kingpin, dat nigga Daz Creeping and crawling through your hood, smoking, loccin Provoking punk motherfuckers like this stuff, wuz happening? In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases Mentalest telepathy, lyrically it amazes Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons In my zone (zone) you can't even find like Atlantis Stalk like a praying mantis, leaving battered bodies on the canvas The burial ground for clowns, open casket Tracking niggas down like fucking basset hounds Tragic how the mic gets handled Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage Double access with a brand new motherfucking mic Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in With the click got checks that shit And once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers Am so blown, shown for lootin? Grab the microphone alone Like Jodeci, notice-see ya self needs help The homie style got the strap on deck Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you (Break you) Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes Now the paper is made, now don't think twice Niggas is getting pimped because their game ain't tight Now well, well (well), where the ballers dwell Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell I makes that fast cash, hmm dat Nigga Dax I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast in half DPG-eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismembering Motherfuck surrendering. who, what, when, let's tear shit the fuck up The homies cooling while you an' ya chest get fucking blue an' Provoke us, survey with the superior focus I'm that nigga like dad, crooked as scoliosis It's impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive It's left to ya instict of survival Mashin, cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind You define it I'm mentally silly and batter It doesn't matter when ya into it Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block Stop let the whole place evacuate Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates Duck-down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hos can't play me Observe I serve those that betray me I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight I ain't never seen a G that would go for that Especially when he knows Tha dogg Pound got his back I ain't never seen a game that did multiply We getting kinda deep, yeah the crew'll die And who am I? And who am I? That crazy motherfucker from the DPG Do or die!