Текст песни:

(B-Real)
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses
for the trivial things and the pain life induces
Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupid
it′s incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them
Criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles
some of us out - he used to think we were invincible
on the corner bangin′ and slangin′ the high bitual
Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin′ spiritual
Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical
I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule
Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline
I play doctors here′s two bullets for your medicine
I carry those days like a weapon close to me
The memories of hot lead rippin′ a hole through me

(Chorus: B-Real)
Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
Rock ′em up and show you′re no quitter
Snakes′ pit every ground I landed on
Hated on, but I′m still standin′ strong
You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
Hated on, but I′m still standin′ strong
Snakes′ pit, every ground I landed on
Hated on, but I′m still standin′ strong
Stand...

(B-Real)
So many, come and go in this lifetime that you serve
Faces change, liscenses′ everywhere you turn
Gangsta′s become blinded, visions become blurred
Learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb
You came along way but some still refuse to notice
they turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us
You ask about us, you talk trash about us
walk fast around us, but my block fast allowed us
Don′t try to crowd us nigga, we′ll smack you up
Look around and see who′s willin′ to back you up
You′re in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay nigga
don′t say my name nigga, don′t even think of me
Fire start spittin′ from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up
I′m the C4 that blew up your porch
I spit venom quicker than the punch on your Porsche
Venom so deadly I′ll make your fuckin′ life divorce ya
Ask for Alamoney, bitches, you all phoney
I′ll make you sing the blues like you′re Paulpau Coloney
Go ask Moley, you in the middle of shit
And anything you say I′ll be known the shit
The force drops hits a ball, makin′ me die of laughter
Cause I know what these son-of-a-bitches are after
Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold
then your true sign is shown, then your fuckin′ mind is blown

(Chorus: B-Real)
Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
Rock ′em up and show you′re no quitter
Snakes′ pit every ground I landed on
Hated on, but I′m still standin′ strong
You hate the songs that you pump up all day long
Hated on, but we′re still standin′ strong
Snakes′ pit, every ground I landed on
Hated on, but I′m still standin′ strong
Stand...

@ Cypress Hill

Текст песни:

(B-Real)
I slay punks who don′t know their own identity
You spit my name and use it like an obscenity
You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy
You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly
I can tell you what′s crackin′ and done get splitten
You corrosin′ on the floor, shaken and snake bitten
You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew
Don′t mean shit to me and you ain′t got a clue
of what′s about to happen - interaction
Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction
Hold tight, keep yourself together
cause we′re about to storm you like shitty weather

(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)
(B-Real)
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe

(Sen Dog)
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that′s the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don′t give a damn, I′m just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it′s a formality
How can I say: "You ain′t shit to me"
Without you takin′ it personally

(Sen Dog)
Ten, proper years of bringin′ funk
I, still count mine, it′s hella gettin′ over the hump
I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump
Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)
I don′t wanna be the King of the Sing
Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team
I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream
They love that old South Side gangsta lean
Call the Psycobeta, I guess you′re crackin′
Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin′
Look at hostile - ah, damn wild
Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child
Don′t get caught up hangin′ on the mortar
Hold on and I′ll turn y′all punks all wild

(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)
(B-Real)
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe

(Sen Dog)
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that′s the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don′t give a damn, I′m just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it′s a formality
How can I say: "You ain′t shit to me"
Without you takin′ it personally

(10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on!)

(B-Real)
I′m tired of whack rappers and fame seekers
Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers
I don′t mind exposin′ you hollow bitches
I got the medicine over the swallow bitches
You play roles like an actor but get no oscar
Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster
You′re just an imposter, you lost your composure
Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure
But you′re in denial and still remain vile
In a place within last style and senseless wild
I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up
That′s when you get introduced to the street sweeper

(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)
(B-Real)
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!!

(Sen Dog)
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that′s the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don′t give a damn, I′m just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it′s a formality
How can I say: "You ain′t shit to me"
WITHOUT YOU TAKIN′ IT PERSONALLY...

@ Cypress Hill

Текст песни:

Intro - [Kurupt]

Yeah bitch
Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers
What you think about that?
You brother′s don′t got it
B-rizzle you know it, fo′ shizzle
My nizzle, you gon′ get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An′ go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with Muggs
What it is
SEN DOOOOOOOOOOG!
Keep it real gangster
Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?

[B-Real]
Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on
Before things start to happen and I lose my calm,
Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah),
Smoking on a Kush Weed, not giving a Fuck,
Rhyme Flow, Mack-o-hoes and stack dough!
But niggas wanna do shit to make me react
So "Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga
Haning on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich nigga
You can t feel me without the Braile
I m like that shit that will catch you without the Yale
Make busters pale ′cos they seen too much
But really what they saw was me and Kurupt

[Chorus] Repeat 4x

[B-Real] Here is something you can′t understand
[Sen Dog] How I Could Just Kill A Man

[Kurupt]
Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries
You gotta be real like me and B-Real
See you shoot, you ride but we kill
Concentrate unloadin′ our steel
Dippin′, hit up niggas, yes we will
Riding on niggas that when the (?) spilled
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal
(?) and unmanageable
What you gonna get, nigga? (?)
I sic the hot girls on you, so struck by (?)
Get em up drive by,
Watch em gone drive by
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas really don′t know shit,
I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb BIATCH!

Hook 1 - Kurupt (repeat 2x)

Here is something that they just don′t get
I don′t give a fuck nigga, I don t give a shit
Here is something that they just know
Back/Crack to Fo, creepin′ through the back door

[Kurupt] I just DOPE BLAST ′em...

[B-Real]
... ′Cos I ain t finished yet
I see remains of someone you ain′t deminished yet
We re like a pack of *panorama*
In Your *Soul Assessino*
Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama
East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride
Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting thru real high
′Cos we live this, (?) this, beatin′ like a pistol whip
Don′t pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip

[Sen Dog]
I′m ignorin′ all the DUMB SHIT, ′cos these vatos can′t hang
With the Mad Dog, nigga, out here runnin′ thangs
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches
That′s what you get when you fuck with the Real
Hardcore Nigga said "Pack That Steel"

[Chorus 4x]

[Kurupt]

Yeah
The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don′t Give A Fuck" committee′s just arrived
With millis and fifty-fives
Homicidally, I′ve seperated the busters
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches
Stole the riches, booked the (?)
Like fuck ya (?), nigga

[B-Real]
Poet in the streets, niggas livin′ on the edge
We take it to the Darkside, gettin′ in your head
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock
Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed?
While you fuckin′ with the Soul Assassins in the dark town
And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down
Now your violatin′ ′cos you haters know i′m waitin′
In the silver stack in the parkin′ lot
With the handle cocked

Hook 2 - Kurupt {Sen Dog} (repeat 2x)

Here is something, that I think you just can t understand
{How I could just kill a man!}
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
{How I could just kill a man!}
You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real
{How I could just kill a man!}
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel
{How I could just kill a man!}

[Outro - Kurupt]
You just don′t understand
How I could just, kill a man (yeah)
La la la la, la la la la-la

@ Cypress Hill

Текст песни:

[B-Real]
I remember times I hustle, times I struggle
Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle
People tryin′ to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too
People who I thought were down, and see true
But I blame me too ′cos it′s a Chronicle
My life, I realise I′m responsible for obstacles
In front of me, my own self to blame
But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame
It′s a worthless game, but if you′re willing to play
There′s sharks in the water who are, willing to pay
The price of your soul, but if you give it away
You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay
It′s a cold world, but you still want a part of it
So then you′d better fuck around and learn the art of it
Don′t walk through life with your blinders on
′Cos you′ll keep goin′ crazy ′til your mind is gone

Chorus : B-Real (repeat 2x)

It Ain′t Easy,
but you got people tryin′, to put you down, believe me
I keep gainin′ ground, It Ain′t Easy
How many times, must you decieve me?

[Sen Dog]
I been around for many days, of musical mainstays
Cypress, is Worldwide and we like it that way
You can′t fade-ER, or compare TO
The Original Pyscho-Baiter
Got the next rhyme and we′ll check you all later
Can′t nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders
Heard it all before and I don′t need no more
Advice on the game and how to kick hardcore
Played the game out here with the best
Toured around the world and got big respect
Now, what′s (?) all with this year 2000′s?
We puttin the Smackdown and we ain′t clownin′
Not many have lasted
Since we first blasted
Up on the scene, singin′ about the dream
Recruitin′ for our team, niggas know what I mean
?Damn?, you defy, when you live or die

Chorus (repeat 2x)

[B Real]
Times I hated, times I waited
Times I went by where I was drunk and faded
They said I wouldn′t make it, but where are those people now?
Still hatin′, creatin′ all the evil now
Your insecurties are showin′, exposin′ you
You′re trippin′ on me and showin′ emotions too
Don′t you spend your life full of envy, it′s deadly
Heed me, as I spit the venom believe me

[Sen Dog]
I keep my guard up, and always let you see my rage
I get pissed, like a pitbull in a cage (*barking*)
Not that many can deal with the fury
Attack and ransack and kill in a hurry
I kill and observe and go in an instant
I bring the pain like the ?Rampark? Prison
I kept it right for the brother to the ?Chullo?
Something I bump when your gates in the (?)

Chorus [B-Real]

It Ain′t Easy,
but you got people tryin′, to put you down, believe me
I keep gainin′ ground, It Ain′t Easy
How many times, must you decieve me?
It Ain′t Easy,
but you got people tryin′, to put you down, believe me
I keep gainin′ ground, It Ain′t Easy
It Ain′t Easy, yo, It Ain′t Easy

@ Cypress Hill

Текст песни:

You don′t know no real shit, nigga (it′s the real shit!)
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don′t feel shit, nigga
You ain′t on no real shit, nigga

[B-Real]
′91 Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin′ niggas smokin′ weed
Talkin′ about life on records was the whole plan
So we put out The Phuncky Feel, and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN!)
That was about the time we was openin′ up for ?loyalty?
Didn′t know shit, we were jus′ tryin′ to rock the party

′92 a year later, ′bout a million records sold
From doin′ shows like Lollapalooza on the road
Buildin′ up momentum, whilst spittin′ deadly venom
Takin′ pictures for High Times, three months
Chillin′ with the Beastie Boys, smokin′ lots of weed
But it was time to hit the studio for another LP

′93 Black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim
Had a monster hit from Insane In The Brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot
It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it
in rap music, but it was a feat none the less
So we started gettin paid and I stopped smokin′ STRESS!

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
′94 still in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block
called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked
How could all this happen at 24 years of age?
Half a million bouncin′ to your shit from off the stage

′95 I was alive and survived so far
Still tryin′ to cope with bein′ a Rap Star
′Cos that′s the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo
With confusin, ("I′m havin′ Illusions") pain, and illusions
But I still kept my set up with the critics bein′ abusive (yeah)
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin′ support for the Cypress institution

′96 wit′ no support we were still makin′ moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin′ Grooves
But like every legend every click, someone had to split
So the Dog left the house, shit was gettin′ kinda thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin′ about babies
but the groupies on the road don′t help me from misbehavin′

[Chorus (Just 1 repeat)]

[B-Real]
′97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew
The Dog came back home but after Smokin′ Grooves 2
Chillin′ with George Clinton and Erykah Badu
This was a crazy time, we were flowin′ off the boo
Niggas on stage, trippin′ on the ′shrooms

′98 was kinda great, cos it felt just like before
We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV
But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall
′Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all
We did the last Smokin′ Grooves, but did it all with Sen
and the old chemistry, just reared it′s head again

′99 I got to recline, because there was no doubt
That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out
′99 was even better than the year of ′98
and Skull And Bones was comin′ out, kickin′ from the gate

TWO-thousand! 15 million records sold
They broke the mould, but there′s others along the road
But we still keep rollin′ on from Heaven to Atlantis
Droppin′ shit in English and makin′ albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! Goddamn, who knows what′s in store?
Just as long as motherfuckers know, who′s knockin′ on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never ben outdated

[B-Real (Sen Dog)]

We ain′t goin out, motherfucker (That′s right, FUCK that!)
You don′t know
time Cypress Hill)
(Motherfuckin′ renovaters up here)

[Chorus]

(It′s the REEEEAAAAL!)
Nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga
CYPRESS, nigga!
Yeah!

@ Cypress Hill

Текст песни:

[Bobo]
Once again
We′re back
It′s the big bad Cypress Hill
You know what time it is

[Beat fades in]
{5x} Whoop
Legalize it,
Cypress Hill will advertise it
Legalize it (Yeah)
Cypress Hill will advertise it
Will ADVERTISE IT!

Chorus - Cypress featuring Kokane

Once Upon,
*singing*
Muggs, Sen Dog *Bing* B-Real and Bobo
L.I.F.E (Now Here it is )
Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo)
Cypress Hill is still here
We′re from *?* those glad emcees
Stilly Puffin Weed, Weed
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why
Why-y-y

[B-Real]
Never fucked like this
But I smoke blunts like this (Ha!)
People ask: Why you pull stunts like this? (and like that?)
Cuz I believe in doing what I got′ a
A lot′ a people don′t understand nada
The Mic burns you as it turn′s to a slaughter
You wanna think about
Chilling the fuck out
You all (C′mon chill)
Top Allah, Pop color
Niggas, LatinThugs
All my family love winners
Beginners get pushed to back of the pack
Invented and left out without no attack
You′re at the top of the game
But you work on a name
It took one day to put us in the walk of fame (Yo)
Don′t call a name to recall the fame
Eventually Dru Hill is in the hall of fame
You know what the deal is
You know what the HILL is
You know what the B-Real is
You know what my skill is

Chorus &
Hook 4X

[Sen Dog]
I get mental
This ain′t no pad and a pencil
Throw the microphone my only utensil
I tag the cheque like I got nothing to lose (That′s right)
I test myself set up, just shut up
And brew that C-Y-P-R-E-S-S
Got you funky and I real deaf
Put it to the test
And you will confess
Soul Assassins is the best
Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (echoes)
Sixth LP from that ThugDogLatin
I turn the heat up and keep it hot
Always give ya mo′ and then thank we got
Phreak the HIP HOP and the hot ride
I′m home to make shows and I came right
At first ′self titled′ , became an idol
Back when I was seen in a Sub town barrio

Chorus &
Hook 4X

Now Here it is
Bo Bo Bo Bo

[B Real]
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why

@ Cypress Hill

Текст песни:

Aww, comin through fo′ real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo′ trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo′ dubs in the air
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo′ hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight

[B-Real]
Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this
You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this
We been makin you bounce, for many years already
Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti
But I just want to blaze it up; whether it′s the mic or a spliff
Yes my gift is to amaze you all
Thought I couldn′t come for ten my friend, but guess what?
I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der)
But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some flowin
I drop rhymes that grow like trees you′re smokin
Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain′s chokin
Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in
I′m keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der)
You wanna trip? Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain′t rugged

[Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)]
Aww, comin through fo′ real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo′ trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three
So pop yo′ collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo′ hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight

[B-Real & Sen Dog]
Cause, we′re Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo′ hat, tilt yo′ seat on back
Don′t front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)

[Sen Dog]
I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla
Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia
Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin too much, no vato′s gonna want ya
Not right here homes, we′re past all of that
Makin that feria, spittin that raps
Ya me conoces, I′m down for my calle
Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
Ya tu sabes, we don′t play that shit
Any pendejo′s gettin hit up quick
Whassup ese? What hood you claim?
Now throw it up and down like it ain′t no thang (low-ri-der)
Hands in the air with the pinky rings
Soul Assassins, runnin everything
To all you vatos, make sure you check this
In every barrio, I′m well respected (low-ri-der)

[Chorus]

@ Cypress Hill

Текст песни:

As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back
Even before I started blazing the chronic sack
I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid
Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did
I was at unimpressionable age through a faze
An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage
Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds
Hanging over my head being wicked and loud
And sometimes those demons haunt me and taunt me
Follow me pursue me confuse me they want me
They come at me from all angles and dangles
Memories in front of me, but I wont run away
I put the gun away but sometimes my hand ditches
But I don′t want to get locked away cause I whack bitches
I left those ways back in the old days
So go away I don′t got no time to throw away

[Chorus]

Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)

I got my education on the streets
And I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats
To say whatever I went through or going through
Tripping off people who acting like they been knowin you
Learn how some of these record companies be holdin you
Attaching an image in the end controllin you
But we set out to set ourselves apart
And let these people know just what they had from the start
It′s like Ghostface said we studied our art form
We turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm
People slept on me and doubted my skill level
But I′m tenacious and I got a strong will level
You been introduced to some of the real rebels
Injected with venom from god to kill devils

[Chorus]

Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)

I remember my days as youth
Teenage gangsters with somethin to prove
See man amuse and we creep and we strew
Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew
Just -- having fun but you crazy kids
Never thought about no prison beds
Got gang-sters twenty-five and alive
Never see the kids all fucking wild
But that′s the game and shit don′t change
Get respect for smoking brains
You get a name and you build your rep
You courting fools coming in your set
Before you know we′re having fun
Slamming doping and packing gun
Leaving mad traces and blasting their faces
Got a hundred years for all my fucking cases

[Chorus]

Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out here so we can survive)

@ Cypress Hill

Текст песни:

[Intro 4x]
Lalalala-lala-lalala

[B-Real]
I′ll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid
Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin
Psychodelic visions would ensue
My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate
But I ??? ???, all that distorted shit brought it up
I came short and couldn′t afford to store it up
So I began to record it on audio
The autobiography of Luis Mario
Something that′s unbelievable, inconceivable
That half the shit I set out to do was achievable
But alas, look at all the shit come to pass
While we remained strong, others broke like glass
Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother
Cos you′re fragile, and it should say it on your cover:
This side up, for the celebrity
Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity
Oh it′s true, I got you in that angle like Kurt
But don′t go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt
I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your ′dermis

[Chorus 2x]
(Lalalala-lala-lalala)
I got my 9mm at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don′t wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

[B-Real]
You know me and you′ve grown with me
And if I had a big enough pad, I′d take you all home with me
I don′t walk around with bodyguards, that′s not me
I′m hangin out with the people as my posse
Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions
Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension
People turn around when you become a star it seems
But others hate you all cos you′ve fulfilled all your dreams
They smile in your face and act like nothing′s wrong
When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your
songs
Why don′t you take your mask off, look me in the eye?
You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life?
Take a deep one, and peep son
Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run
You′re a cheap one to kill, so steep son
You′re just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son

Chorus:

[B-Real]
You know they smile in your face,
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain′t safe
Cos you know you′re just dead-weight
But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some
reason
But not from me, because it′s punk-hunt season
Charged with high-treason, I′m easin the blow never
The ????, that you′re leasin, ain′t gonna roll forever
So think about that, is it worth the pain?
When you flirt with pain, bitch you don′t hurt your brain
But you′re thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:
It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded

[Chorus 2x]
You know they smile in your face
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain′t safe
Cos you know you′re just dead-weight

@ Cypress Hill