Cypress Hill- III
THROW YOUR SET IN THE AIR
"Who there, who there." "Ask that little young maybe here man. I got all fuck goin' on everyday, what you want man?" "Hey what's up O.G. show time man? "What's up homes." "Hey man, I've been thinkin' man an' I'm-" "Been thinkin' about what." "Hey I'm ready to get put down on this set." "You ready to get put down on this set?" "I'm ready to represent shit" "On this one right here?" "Yes baby." "You ready to die for this?" "I'm ready to die for this nigga." "What you ready to do ni'" "An' I'm ready to put in." "What you [Whack] ready to do! You ready to [Whack] GET yeah! GET IT! GET IT! [Slap!]Hmm get it! Yeah. Hit 'I'm! What set you from now, huh? Word. What set you from..." Every nigga out there wanna be down with our crew Some ain't got enough heart let me ask you This: Would you be down like a soldier Loyal An' do everything I told ya I can mould ya Into a warrior Down for you neighbourhood Glockin' out, do a G with the flavour Criminal behaviour On the mind When I got your back You know I got your back Each and every time Throw your set in the air Come on! Wave it around like you just don't care Throw your set in the air Throw it up homes! Wave it around like you just don't care It's time to exit that buster nigga Get your hands out you pockets and your finger On the trigger Lead will fly We don't die We multiply Throw your set up in the sky I asked you kid 'Cause you can't fuck with this Nigga, when I got the Glock Ya better duck quick 'Cause I ain't having' it If ya got your gatt You better start grabbin' it I can handle it Soy numero uno Mero mero You know I run with Muggs and the Perro Firin' up that heater When I'm givin' up my set I got my nina-millimetre Los Scandalous, Killafornia: where I'm from Dum diddy dum, diddy diddy dum dum I'm workin' on your ass Now you know where I'm from Dum diddy dum, diddy diddy dum dum Throw your set in the air Come on! Wave it around like you just don't care Throw your set in the air Throw it up! Wave it around like you just don't care Throw your set in the air Throw up your hood homes! Wave it around like you just don't care Come, come on! Throw your set in the air Give it up! Wave it around like you just don't care "Nigga throw your set in the air, nigga you know what I'm sayin', you scared, you be takin' your mothafuckin' punk ass to church, 'cause where I'm from nigga on the East side, every mothafuckin' day is a job, nigga. You gotta handle your business, because if you don't, your mothafuckin' gatt will get peeled back! And that ain't no bullshit. If you wanna test it nigga, bring it on nigga, you know what I'm sayin'. Throw your mothafuckin' set up in the air." Let me take you to the dark side of the moon Tell Mama that you won't be comin' home anytime soon 'Cause I got ya under my thumb nigga What's that you claimin'? Better be the same set I'm claimin' Take a look around Count this amount Of soldiers when I'm chillin' on the East side of town And it won't stop 'till I'm done Dum diddy dum, diddy diddy dum dum Throw your set in the air Come on! Wave it around like you just don't care Throw your set in the air Throw it up! Wave it around like you just don't care Throw your set in the air Throw your hood up! Wave it around like you just don't care Throw your set in the air Get it up! Wave it around like you just don't care "Yeah, that's right. We're straight givin' up the hood all day fool. Cypress Hill mo'fucker what you wanna do? Ah huh. Givin' my shit up in your FACE fool!"
STONED RAIDERS
[From The Exorcist] "Guilty... before almighty God. Guilty... before his son. Guilty, before the whole human race. It's the lord who expels you... he who is coming to judge you... of the living and the dead. God himself who commends you..." 1 for trouble 8 for the road 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load Funk Buddha monk In the trunk I got ya thumpin' so hard Up and down the boulevard I'm a natural born cap peela Strap illa On the west coast settin' it off, no one's reala Get ya fix of the uncut Funk A small dose of the skunk Weed Like it's supposed to be Move it out Just move it on out What ya talkin' ''bout Son I took the first shot And it's all over now One nation Buddha groove Smoke a pound for the sake of it Every time I make a move Smooth and together Raw like leatha Ain't goin' out like a punk neva Check it out: one two Cypress crew Check it out: one two Cypress crew It's the numba one money maka Money take a Few steps back, I'm on a plane to Jamaica (Hey mon) Puffin' on a fat wada, tough shit For the fool takin' a vow, I got the rough shit Hard rock Bone breaka Stoned Raider in the Temple of Boom It's safe to assume Led 'll be lettin' shit slidin' away Bitch niggas can hide But I'll find they ass some day Check it out: one two Cypress crew So what you wanna do Wherever you are Put ya muthafuckin' spliff in the air Sound off like you got a care When I kick to the metro Lone clip Be lookin' around, 'cause this shit Ain't over wit' yet People can't understand my situation Now they're caught up in a Soul Assassination Fool just take cover It's all over When I break ya off a chunk o' this mothafucka Check it out: one two Cypress crew What you wanna do Come on Check it out: one two Cypress crew What you wanna do Come on "Yeah you mothafucka, check this shit out. All us crazy-ass niggas. That's our crew: Cypress. Nick Shea, Reg Dog, Skunk Man, Cap'n, that nigga Mark, Rick Red, Sen-Dog. Check this out: Pete Young, that big nigga C.C. There's more niggas: Big O.G. got crazy with a school-boy, Ralph M., that nigga Pete Mark..."
ILLUSIONS
"Aw man wake up... ' fuck is goin' on?" "Shit" "Oh shit I can't wake up nigga..." "Oh shit, what the fuck's goin' on? Can't keep these voices out o' my head" "You messin' with the wrong nigga this time." "Fucked up... aw shit." Some people tell me that I need help Some people can fuck off and go to hell Goddamn why they criticize me Now shit is on the rise so my family despise me Fuck 'em, and feed 'em 'cause I don't need 'em I won't join 'em if I can beat 'em They don't understand my logic To my gatt to my money and I'm hooked on chronic I never wanted to hurt a nigga Unless ya come flexin' that trigga I'll dig ya That grave on the east side of town Now you're six feet underground From man, to the dust to the ashes All I remember tell me where the cash is Click clack, barrel at my dome Give all your loot or you ain't going home But I ain't going out wit' a bang Wa dada dang, wa dada daa dang Chorus: I'm having' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside I'm having' illusions I'm having' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind I'm having' illusions I'm having' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside I'm having' illusions I'm having' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind I'm having' illusions Muthafuckas be drivin' me up the walls Hopin' that I fall but they can lick my balls Straight jacket Strap it In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it Distracted from our reality Now I'm let out on a minor technicality They all fucked up now 'Cause they let a nigga back on the street somehow I'm lookin for someone like me Livin' in my own world to my own degree On the loose in the city Lookin' at the ho' wit' the big titties Lookin' at me and I feel shitty A little tensed up gettin' hot 'Cause she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot I'm tryin' to find ways to cope But I ain't fuckin' 'round wit' the gauge or a rope Chorus: I'm having' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside I'm having' illusions I'm having' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions I'm havingn' illusions
KILLA HILL NIGGAS
[Captain Pingaloca] "Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. Aqui yo soy, yo soyCaptainn Pingaloca.whyY to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!" [B-Real] In the midst of the madness No question, who's the baddest MCs in the game runnin for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you Killa Hill Niggas Cleaned in my dream Cookin' up a scheme For all them big bank niggas The world is yours, but it can be mine and his Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is Number one mission, opposition Get dumb, succumb and then position In a casket, best wishes At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes Full out search for the body Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party No wins, no ends, no way That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again! [Rakeem] Check my dramatics Brains get splattered Dreams shattered Sabas get blasted for words he packaged Beat the sequence Bravado lessons on hisdefencee Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans What you seekin' Son I catch clean like Dominicans Last Mohican Lyrics are speakin' Wireless idiots, Tomahawk Shaolin slang, the violent talk Upstate New York Where chumps get extorted for Newports What you thought [B-Real] Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again [Captain Pingaloca] "why ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir. Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta! Quiero quemarte la cara!" [you-God] Words droppin' chant The check DI slant I'm taking these cannabis plants Yo for granted Exotic narcotic Tunes slam soon From a dune In the desert Mega-Babylon pleasure Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma Warrior nomad Put you in a coma Comma Llama Smash-crashin' your armour Drama I'm a Stealth aircraft bomber Here is where I dwell At the gates o' hell It ain't where you're from It's where you're in the mentals And if not, yo' credentials Are essential I see reality View things surrounding me Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric Not frontin' or braggin' Hundred percent red dragon Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine The Globe-Trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon Five part criminal, two part felon [B-Real] Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease, Ease back Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger [Captain Pingaloca] "Esta dicho! Aqui, la revalacion! No se la ve por television. Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. why todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir, que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. Todos son unos mismos cabrones..."
KHN - (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)
Part I - Spanish Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. Aqui yo soy, yo soy Captain Pingaloca. why to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre! Part I - English Translation I don't like this. People here aren't worth shit. I'm Captain Crazy dick. And everyone here works for me or goes to hell. Listen... revolution compadre! Part II - Spanish why ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir. Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta! Quiero quemarte la cara! Part II - English Translation And it's all said. The ones who don't like my bounce are going to die. I'm gonna put a bullet inside the head of any motherfucker who won't follow me to the fucking door. Hey, son of a bitch! I wanna burn your face! Part III - Spanish Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelation! No se la ve por television. Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. why todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir, que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. Todos son unos mismos cabrones... Part III - English Translation I've said it all! Here you don't see the truth on television. All the motherfuckers from the north, I'm gonna' kill them. It's going to happen here in our country. And all the "singamasones", they're fucking up the world. They, they're gonna' find death with their own hands. One day, there will be blood, plenty of blood. The pestilence of the corpses, you'll check it out, it's gonna' be smelled. Even at the United States, these motherfuckers who with democracy, they're fucking us hard up the ass. All of them are just a pile of motherfuckers...
BOOM BIDDY BYE BYE
Boom biddy bye bye Boom biddy bye bye Step back as I'm kicking up dust For a while As I put mothafuckas to rest And pull their files Out from the cabinet With the picture Get the 45 and settle it With this punk nigger Slow your roll As I take control Take your toke from the Indo' Then hit and hold Now let it out How you feel when the herb Got you by the balls And you're coughing up a lung anyhow You can't shake That nigger that's gonna brake Fool On any one member of your bitch crew As I pull the trigger On my nine Say goodnight nigger Boom biddy bye bye Boom biddy bye bye Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why Boom biddy bye bye I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die Boom biddy bye bye Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye You ain't never caught a rabbit So you ain't no friend of mine It's a habit Barkin' up your tree with my nine Keep your bitch on a leash or at home A nick knack Paddywack Give the dog a bone The raw dog Fuck a law dog Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off 'Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up Buckle up Chin checking It's on I reckon It's the wild wild west Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest Let me guess Everybody wanna test Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses Laudy daudy We're fucking everybody Boom biddy bye Sing the lullaby In the party Boom biddy bye bye Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why Boom biddy bye bye I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die Boom biddy bye bye Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye Yes yes y'all To the beat y'all Watch a punk slipin' see the puta fall I'm buck-loody Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me 'Cause the nigger gets so funky Fool I'm the one From The big bad Cypress Hill clique, a Number one son of the funk freaka Yes yes y'all I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast y'all Comin' from the west y'all But I figure You'd cry like a bitch Don't twitch 'Cause I just might pull the trigga Now lay down Stay down Don't move a muscle if you see your home boy's brains on the ground Don't talk don't say nothin' You fuck around and I might get ragamuffin Boom biddy bye bye Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die Boom biddy bye bye Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why Boom biddy bye bye I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die Boom biddy bye bye Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye Boom biddy bye bye Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why Boom biddy bye bye I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die Boom biddy bye bye Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye Boom biddy bye bye It's time to die Boom biddy bye bye Time to say good-bye Boom biddy bye bye Now it's time to die Boom biddy bye bye Now it's time to die
NO REST FOR THE WICKED
"Bitch-ass motherfucka! Peter Pie ass nigga! Stand on your own two feet bitch! How the fuck you gon' bite somebody else's dick nigga? Yours ain't long enough to put in your mouth! [Background]: `Turn that shit up louder!' What's up with that shit? Muggs, make it rough." So many fools swingin' from my sack Let's talk about the one who had my back Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked No rest, no peace, no sleep Doughboy rolling down the Hill 'cause it's all steep Jackson, lemme figure out the name Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it Go on the head, gobble up the nuts Get your lips ready and tear this motherfucker up Talk about Eazy, correct yourself Cube better sit back and check himself "Yeah nigga, my homie thought he had a homie in you. He let you listen to our muthafuckin' cut, and you turned around and put some old Friday shit out. What kind of shit is that? Hmm..." Let's talk about this First solo album on the east coast dig The east coast niggaz all showed ya love Especially the one known as the King Sun He tried to warn us niggaz about ya But nobody would listen Even began dissin' Two albums later, you callin' my crew All because ya wanna be Cypress Cube Shoulda known that you couldn't hang in the alley Good boy went to school out in the valley Fuck it, lemme make this understood Speakin' on Mama's little 'Boys in the Hood' No Vaseline Just a rope and a chair and gasoline Lynch Mob is a friend of mine But you talked about them niggaz from behind You know what the hossack is O'Shea A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight Where ya gonna run to, where ya gonna hide Taadow, look at who's waitin' outside "I got a can of kick-ass wit' your mothafuckin' name on it cube. You wanna come collect it, or should I bring it to you? `Cause all that bullshit you doin', ain't shit fly about that shit... motherfuckin' thing, and I ain't bullshittin'. You beat them back then fuck off, and that's real. Kick rocks buster." Natural Born Bullshitta Lemme hit ya With a dose of reality when I get wit' ya Your homie came knockin', he had to chain my suit You put a pipe on your cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha Let me take you down under on a plane While everybody was going insane Took a look at the Real one: Afro gone The next morning, you didn't have yours on How many ways will you bite my shit Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set Caution, when you enter the zone Never used to bang ''til you hit the microphone I got Cube melting in a tray Pulling up his card and fucking up his good day Unoriginal rap veteran The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea Fuck 'I'm, and send him on his way! "Cypress muthafuckin' Hill, the hardest mothafuckin' posse there is out here nigga. So how d'you figure you was gonna step to this? Yeah nigga, the big damn-wham-bam Cypress Hill. Tibby-tibby-toe fool, all for your mothafuckin' dope. Nigga you can't hang with the hill. W' the fuck you was thinkin' about? You know you step to this, you gotta step correct, `cause Cypress ain't having' that shit. Yeah nigga, we crack and fuck you next, who gives a fuck, a mad fuck? So bring it on, if you wanna test it."
MAKE A MOVE
Ezekial 25:17 "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. AND YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME IS THE LORD, WHEN I LAY MY VENGEANCE UPON THEE!" [Shots fired] Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha Burnin' in my bong NOW You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves Move it out, just move it on out, no doubt We the number one crew Kickin' more gas niggas out the house Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother `Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father Take heed to the master's call yes y'all (Bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all) Bullets fly But they don't give a fuck about who dies When you're in the middle of the fuckin' No question, confrontation Nowhere to run from the assassination Let the rain come down Whoops there goes another body on the ground Watch out for G hound It's the undisputed Cypress family Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilely Growin' inside your mind like a tumour Spreading in your head like a rumour Venomous! I'm from the underground, I take care of business What the fuck is this? Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colours Let me get the rope And hang `em `till their fuckin' necks broke Wind passage cut off, now you can't breathe Let me give you what you need A fat dose of the good weed Like a puppet on a string I'm the one controlling your ass With the rough shit here to bring My army grows like the Buddha I sold ya Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier Like the `coup d'etat' Now ya are in the middle of the ambush Stuck in your car They can't find ya At the bottom of the lake Let me remind ya You better be lookin' behind ya It's too late, ain't no one standin' here Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Come on Open up the doors for the high funk Buddha With the light point the dick can die Rolling with the six shooter Thirty-eight Still shootin' real straight Lookin' for the buster that I must eliminate No surprise As the inches demise Let the four flow As I look him right in the eyes And rip these niggas in half With the (Faber graph) They can't find a path I like the aftermath Still I reign the sect we remain The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up again When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! "Ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly don't want you to see. But it's obvious, isn't it my brother? Get the smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don't like it: move `em on out."
LOCOTES
Hey ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes What you thinkin' homes Wait `till he turns around homes [Echoed] Watch-out All right I got your back homes, let's go Come on ese let's go Let's do it You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I come with the wicked method I'm creepin' on ya Now you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya Just the locotes Drumin' out the potes Got a new hollay Jackin' in the noche Give me your faya In your pocket or they'll carry ya Off and bury ya We got in the east side every guy Four and three and two and one Thievery don't stop `till I get done Sometimes I don't even need my gatt But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back `Two' thievery `One' robbery `One' robbery 'Cause jackin' is my hobby Give out that money, jewellery and your keys To the five-o outside on wheels Later out with the `85 Mustang One-time got me on the radar Pousha And ya don't stop `till I'm done Now the Puercos got me on the run Police Radio: "LA-14 in pursuit of two immigrant suspects armed on 187. Headed northbound on central and Ninety-second. Armed two suspects believed to be in 1985 red Mustang license plate Lincoln Charles David Bullshit Madeline three two. Armed and dangerous suspects known to be..." You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I got your keys in my possession With my Smith & Wesson Takin' out all my aggression Check it out ese You're lookin' at the jefe Off that clicker with a big bad trece I'll teach you a lesson No question Get your ass out, now you're passin' out When ya looked at the cuete Four and three and two and one The robbery don't stop `till I get done Some niggas do this shit for fun Now the Puercos got me on the run From barrio To barrio LookinŽ for any barrio Cesario Hangin' out wit' Mario Lookin' for a place to hide On the west side Spank got my back over there it right And it don't stop `till I'm done Now the one-time got me on the run [Police radio] "LA-14, we have spotted the vehicle, suspects nowhere in sight... Aw shit!" [Two shots ring out] How you like me now puto? Fuck you pig Let' go homes It's the fuckin' bus eh Get on ese Right here homes One-times not down with us Now they lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus Don't turn your back on a rapper like me `Cause I'm one broke motherfucker in need Desperate What's goin' on in the mente Takin' from the rich an' not from my gente Look at that gabacho slipping Borracho from the cerveza he's sipping No me vale madre Gabacho prey to your padre This is one the time you wanna give me the jale Four and three and two and one This old muthafucka got him a gun BLAM! I took one to the knee-cap Things happened so fast Now I dropped my strap Now I'm about to meet my maker Though I had it all figured out with a paper No longer will I be running Last thing I heard was the fucking gatt humming
LET IT RAIN
Fuck all y'all I'm comin' of the wall I got a nigga from The Source Swingin' from my balls Ughh! Ya want me to set it Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded Let it rain And jackin' out fire What you're seein' when I'm takin' shit another level higher Now it's on Ain't gettin' domed Buckin' all these niggas 'till they all gone Now we can roll to the east side of town And I'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta (state of clown) You better move your ass to this MAC-11 Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7 "Yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. Hey, motherfuckas: move back! Yo, B-Real.." I'm the head-hunter You goin' under Make a trophy Call it the two-headed buster On my mantle Back in the temple Givin' up the family Up and down Central Butt bloody Anybody Lookin' for a wide body One body Somebody Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson I ain't fallin' off like Humpty-Dumpty Nigga you still wanna bump me Still got the hand on pump And now I'm thumpin' on 'em Thumpin on 'em See Somebody, anybody scream Uggh! When I got the gatt with the big red beam Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes Now your chances are never When you're lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further Seven eighty one red rum with the Murder Tie him up Throw him in the trunk Let the funk Blow his eardrums out 'Till he's bleedin' Then let's get him weeded It's the phunk Buddha Let me do the Ceremony up with the hootah And the shooter Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson
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