Cypress Hill
VALLEY OF CHROME
You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in the black mini van You crossed line, time for the light to blind You can run but I never be far behind You never know when it's gonna come, paranoid Cuz the mentality is seek and destroy Better look around before you come out your door Cuz shit catches up but you don't want no more Only time will provide the right sign for real You might die cuz you hesitate to find the steel HOOK 2X: You better never let me catch you alone! Bring it on, bring it on! Bring it on, bring it on! You might die in the Valley of Chrome! Keepin on, keepin on, keep, keep, keepin on! Listen up mothefuckers I got shit on my mind The spotlight's on me and it's time to shine I smack any brat that be jumpin outta line I smoke any fool try to diss on my rhyme I get y'all, wearin no can't protect y'all Wash your brain and have you infiltrate the Same bunch of suckers that be tryin to hate me Wanna take me out so they can try and replace me Fuck what ya heard, have ya seen lately The size of my clan is improving greatly No one will hold 'em back, bringin the big heater Watch a nigga run scared, faster than a cheetah Speed of light, move faster than sound But I'm still on they back and I'm gaining much ground HOOK 2X No matter what you seen, we still smokin the green Represent for all the people still a part of the scheme Playa haters, imitators wanna roll with the team But they fade away, hate away, all for the cream They wanna instigate ?to get a loss forget my stake? Take advantage of the rilla, rob killa who scrapes Cuban motherfuckers who don't know who I am Better step aside suckers watch the heater expand Get outta hand, see the light, you and your clan Better scram outta here before you get slammed I stand strong, keepin on, when I'm rollin alone But you sorry bitches hideaway, place unknown HOOK 4X
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
uh..uh...yeah.... These voices up in my head... All these voices up in my head Makin me dread, when I sleep at night Visions of people with evil intensions wanna fly my sight Visions are changin, engagin, and ragin', I'm in a stage and a fight Listen, the system is pissin' me off, you wanna feel my pipe Fingers pointed, anointed people, day better up to the knight Whispers, darkness the hardest, time ain't never gonna feel alright Feelin' my soul in the hole, I can't breathe, and I'm frightened for my life Think I need help or I dwell in hell, cuz I got a grip too tight! Chorus: Will you ever get out of my head? 4X Through every dimension as tension ahead, I gotta go my main Dreams are like beans up like coming through my brain, then I know I'm baked For every single minute that's in it, each and every brand new day Denial of trial I'm vile, whatever that bullshit they say I'm sinking so low in my self, help me gain, never give no break Confusion is usin me sinkin me up, now the sky's all grey I'm blazin and liftin my mind with kite, let me hit that J Holding, controlling my self over, but the shit won't stay! Chorus 2X
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
Hell nah You can't handle a man of my superior strength I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length Bitin emcees in their tracks I stop em My rhyme style makin turn dropper My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers Like I said before I'm takin you lame whores Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls Only one way to deal with these softies Take they ass out like heroes and they flossin And when you tell me you better bring styles Cause mine can go on and on and on for miles Chorus: You can't get the best of me Can't get the best of me You can't get the best of me Can't get the best of me You can't get the best of me Can't get the best of me You can't get the best of me Can't get the best of me YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (Can't hold me down) CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (Can't hold me) CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (Can't hold me down) YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (Can't hold me down) CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (Can't hold me down) YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (Can't hold me down) CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (Can't hold me down) Five roll with the weakest What you need is - the chrome plated heater So you can peep this Tragedy had to be in your mind soakin in Sad to see you broken down Not at least broken in Can't stop some hill shit From comin though The reality is out with the old And with the new Ways and things change With strange haids of braids shade Switch place life and life plays with thumb pain Does and untrues, the mobb leaves no clues In the dark confused, we choose to eat you Out the whole stroke away so I can listen-a We don't stop if you can't fuck commissioner Chorus Nigga get up on a rhymin' Takin out crews who think they are baddest Mad dog Sen for real is the maddest Fuck you punk and you're A and R status I stand in a zone though I'm never alone B-Real got my back checkin at your dome So when it comes down to who's I'm down for the pound and slangin the Gonna make a move and smoke your fuckin hot-show Remove that sucker and the wack-ass shit Cause every time I see he's actin like a bitch So let's get it straight I smoke the competition Breakin down fools in my muthafuckin mission One by one they'll all come out missin You can't fuck with this here kid I ain't bitchin Chorus
A MAN
Don't let nobody treat me like crap I'm pullin heads off sharp and smack em off francs The best in these days I smoke on these tracks I'm gonna mash your plan for holdin me back Jump up rush the office with the gat Lettin the niggaz see where my mind is at Hurry up to the walls see how I react But I keep comin back and that's for a fact I got to be, but no road I got dropped And take each day the bullshit don't stop Got to act with the man cause I don't suck cock No matter how bad I wanna get to the top The music go out like a fuckin lot With the key and the I rap and just stop Come and see me on a Soul Asses trip Hittin stage, generate, pumpin all that… Chorus: YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE A FUCKIN MAN! YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE A FUCKIN MAN! If y'all ever need help I don't wait And I come from some shit that's put away I hit these suckers that think they so great Still a nigga die, so they can update No matter how you try you'll always be fate Breakin off chunks off of what I create I see that liquorice all over your face Backstab a nigga in the mist of the chase Fuck the bullshit let's get to the bottom Stompin punk styles, agin rock got em Only thing I don't wanna say when I drop em Loadin my shells so don't try to hock em Hittin the with the jig-ass beats Bite my style, is the only way to compete
Smoke anybody if I ever And anybody else that wanna fuck with me Chorus I sing funky-ass shit that I bring A lot when I do my thing Check it out y'all ain't no one nicer Got it goin on with the mighty wanna cipher Got a women crazy when I beg And hip-hop styles with the SS thing Trust no one ain't nobody your friend Cause this business hear all about to end Don't mean comin back when they bust the raps And all the little things of the nicer tracks Hangin out in this uniform Keep what I'm doin here all night long Is to keep it goin, bring the thunder and pain Ain't bitches same since I went insane Fuckin with these bitches up in this game To the on my fuckin train Chorus
DUST
ROCK SUPERSTAR
Chorus: So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large A big house 5 cars you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body Gotta look over your shoulder constantly I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me It's funny how impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin with it Nevertheless You got to go for the gusto but you don't know About the blood, sweat and tears And losing some of your fears And losing some of yourself to the years past, Gone by Hopefully it don't manifest For the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac Don't know how to act 48 tracks Studio gangster, mack, Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil But never will 'til he crosses over Still filling your head with fantasies Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz And take shit from people who don't know what it is I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high And some can't pay the way Still trapped in what you rapping about Tell me what happened when you lost The route you took started collapsing No fans no fame no respect no change no women And everybody shittin on your name chorus X2 You ever have big dreams of making real cream Big shot, heavy hitter on the main And you wanna look shanty In the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly You wanna have big fame, let me explain What happens to these stars and their big brains First they get played like all damn day Long as you sell everything will be ok Then you get dissed by the media and fans Things never stay the same way they began I heard that some never give full to the fullest That's while fools end up dining on the bullet Think everything's fine in the big time See me in my Lex with chrome raised high So you wanna roll far And live large It ain't all that goes with bein a rock star chorus X2 My own son don't know me I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely But I thank God I'm with my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or video didn't show me No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly So the record gets pushed by Sony I'm in the middle like mony And the press say that my own people disown me And the best way back Is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium They're too worried about them honies at the Palladium Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on Go on, fall off, the ho's roll on 'Til the next rap superstar With no shame Give em a year, he'll be right out the game The same as the last one who came before him Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him Assured him, this ain't easy take it from Weezy Sleazy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people Assassins, assassins chorus X2
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