Cypress Hill

[fox69]

"Strictly Hip Hop"

"Strictly Hip Hop"


I neva rapped on an R and B record, and I neva will
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing
Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fashion
Get the hell out

I'm peepin' out these so called gangsta niggas
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures
And I neva took another fuckin' MC's shit
And made it my first single, fuck a hit

Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off
I'm gonna, end all of it
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry
Sellin' out for the fame
I just sit back and watch all these fools with their gimmicks
Go down in flames, in the big game

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage
But, I don't give a fuck 'cuz I still manage
To represent to the fullest
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish
To the studio gangsta with them articals
In them magizines with the bitch editors

Keep it real in the game
Niggas got no shame
Now all the executives want all the fuckin' fame
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes
For the fuck-em industry that's take'n all ya dough
I neva stole it, stole it all
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall
Fools want me to fall
But I won't, 'cuz my roots are too thick and strong
Like the chocolate tastic

I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front
'Cuz afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt
I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise
'Cuz me, I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie
All you bruthas in the game run a check
'Cuz you get checked fucked off, with no respect
Muthafuckas

 

[fox69]

"Strike The Match"

"Strike The Match"


[22 seconds instrumental]
[B-Real:]
I'm loaded like a Shotgun. - Got one - under my coat!
It's late night, no stage fright. - I'm going for broke
While I'm hittin' my smoke.
I'm contemplatin' how to hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast, get away; it's all she wrote!
It's a heartbreaking habit, when you gotta have it
You grab it! - Stare at an album, so good at it!
Certified hood magic! - Look at it!
Throwin' too much in your face. - And money's gone; so am I so long?
But now my hustle's changed. - No more stickin' you up!
I've got some weed, I know that for sure; that can pick you up!
Just spark it up! I got a dime or a twenty sack!
All sales are final. - Don't ask for your money back!
Don't even look at the money, stack! - It's funny that
It still wasn't enough, I'm like still searchin' for honey flack!
No I'm servin' the boulders, looking over my shoulders!
Every step that I take - a rock might knock me over!
[Chorus: B-Real]
Strike - the match! - Sparks - the flame!
It starts - the fire that burns down the system!
Hit 'em hard! Hit 'em fast! - Keep the gas on 'em!
We're gonna char! - Get the dogs, go gas on 'em!
[Sen Dog:]
The hoodrange - a brace to be a gangster
They grew up! - And blew up the rock stages!
A long way from the gate, but I got Gauges!
Dumb 'em out! Pullin guns out on strangers!
A bunch a wild niggas, nobody can tame us!
The sixteen in the clip. - One in the chamber!
Drive-by's, homicide; shit! I gotta roll a dime!
Every day I ran away, my life's one Columbine.
And I'd like to see heads get [? ]
So it's a problem? - That's how I solve 'em, there's no discussion!
Go for my mind, tell it's task force, rush 'em!
Until the day all I gotta say - is: "Fuck 'em! "
[Chorus]
[B-Real:]
Post it on the top son! - Claw some!
Makin' my way throught the jungle, and then they like I call something!
[? ] hustle, the streets need
To a hit single, put down bitch, [? ] bring a leader!
When you're in the top spot, you better be top notch;
Or not watch, the haters take pop shots!
It's non-stop shit talkin', [? ] the conflict
Whoever slick talkin', I'm ready to harm him!
Disarm him! - Send his ass away in a coffin
My game is [? ], you don't seein' it that often!
But every [? ] day I felt time slip away
Like a heavy ticket on the train to an early grave!
I never worried hater, that what happens, I'm okay!
Reap what you sough! - And every kinda game you play
Never had a handout! - Had my hustle's brand out!
[? ] brand out! You wish my luck would run out!
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Take My Pain"
(feat. Everlast)

"Take My Pain"
(feat. Everlast)



Im at a strange point of my life, my spirit ignites,
Im destined for heights, I'm so solid with the quest of the life,
Im under pressure but the time is right,
For me to look inside of myself, the time passes by every night,
Im searching for answers meanwhile my faith does surprise,
And my neighbours are looking at me with hate in their eyes,
Quad and tea, the streets filled with death and lies,
Was set up to die but we plant seeds to rise,
So when day comes pray so a miracle will keep it protected,
Some of us gotta go but you know it you expect it,
I gotta believe, in more than I see,in something better than this, whatever it is,
I need a quate before my feeling is gone,
Maybe my feeling is wrong
But ill embrace it like a beautiful song,
I feel something strong coming along,
I cant explain what it is, but I'm relaxed till my mind is gone.

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

This feeling is hitting me hard, my soul is scarred,
The feeling is saw like I'm getting a message from god,
Believin in cause, no one believes in the laws,
The reason the strong breaks - a soul is lost,
Im searching for my soul in a myst of boldest insanity,
I'd vanity my home is a warzone callamity, randomly,
Tragedies happen I'm sick of this life,
I'd give in a minute the Vicapri is from stripe,
Gotta bond with the new brothers, leditucci and
Cheddars survival of our mothers would be proud of us,
When the day comes and we rise the high of our faith,
And nothing can touch us, we dont the feel the mothers,
Now the bees inside of my head, the life that I lead,
Left me for dead and lost on the path that I tread,
I blade so many to rest, from family to friends
We pretend it doesnt happen, but when will it end?

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

I gotta new thought in my mind, in a matter of time,
Ill be in a sublime state of the spiritual kind,
My family is holding me high, theyre nervous inside,
I can see in their eyes pride but the eyes dont lie,
If the celebration continues Ill follow my heart,
And my home is being infected from the poisonous dart.
Its fallin apart, I dont wanna see its demise.
So imma have to make a difference to remember I tried,
My brother and sister smiling as I leave in the night,
My mother kisses me on the cheek and my father is quiet,
No words need to be said as my patters begun, cause
Nothing can break the chain of a father and son,
As I take a step in the street where my destiny lies,
Tryin to focus, my nerves got my stomach in ties,
Rollin in a club god damn these people are young,
But needs to be done so Ill reach you over the hoe.

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

 

[fox69]

"Tequila (Tequila Sunrise)"

"Tequila (Tequila Sunrise)"


[Sen Dog:] Pa la salud!
[B-Real:] Pa la salud... primero yo
[Sen Dog:] Primero usted... (Ayygghh!)
[S-D & B-R:] (grito mexicano)
[B-Real:] Cometelo joven...
[Sen Dog:] Cometelo jajaja!...

[Sen Dog]
Aqui estoy con mi barrio, listo a hacer feria
Cartel Cypress Hill esta en tu area
Colectando queso alla en Mexico
Donde el sol quema duro y baja despacio
Tengo mis camaradas y todo esta bien
Tengo una mansion en tierra que mide cien
Y todos se den cuenta vengo a hacer tranzas
Con mucha libra aqui estoy pa La Raza
Me ven en mi ranfla con todos los Hierro
Cuidando mi negocio con todo mi perro
No trates nada tengo mis soldados
Espiritu asesino, vienen preparados
Raperos desperados es nuestra tema
El dicho de nosotros: Agarra la crema...!

[Chorus x2:]
Tequila Sunrise, con los ojos rojos
Un dia vamos a morir, escandaloso!

[B-Real]
Nunca conoci dinero asi, en mis manos
Hasta que conoci un camarada como hermano
No importa donde miro tiene a todos asustados
Corriendo por cubre, con mas que vende 'marrados
Pero como un querieron me enseno la foto grande
Asi vendiendo drogas jamas, nunca andes
No como rateros que no entienden, no comprenden
No pases anos torcido con placas en tu frente
?Entiendes?
Me dio una copa y tome, el sabor malo del gusano
Mejame dandome lecciones
Me cacheteo y dijo: Mira, eres mi mejor paisa pero nunca me miras
Has lo que digo y te hago rico chico
Ratas duermen en hoyos, no me cruces o te pico
Que no se te olviden las reglas del juego
Te van a conocer hasta que quemes en el fuego
Mujeres falsas y dinero no va
Como tomando, manejando, mi hermano te mataran
Quedate alerto a lo que esta alrededor
Esas cosas que te dije van a ser tu matador
Tenlo todo en orden la plata no va a parar
Recuerdate de mi y siempre vas a ganar...

[Chorus]

[B-real]
Tequila Sunrise, Ayayay
Tiempo vuela rapido, hijo y by surprise
Mi vana se murio y a mi me dejo
Capitan de las movidas aqui digo yo
Tragate el gusano cabron, soy el maton
Si no me matas te mato a ti como un ladron
Confia en nadie, vengo pa tras
Y jamas me cruces a mi porque yo tengo mas
Me recuerdo lo que dijo Jesus:
'Si quieres el dinero, paisa, tienes que ser primero'
Que te peguen mis palabras, esta listo pa morir
A todo tiempo, porque si no vas a sufrir...

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Tequila Sunrise (Radio Edit)"

"Tequila Sunrise (Radio Edit)"


[Sen Dog:] Pa la salud!
[B-Real:] Pa la salud!... primero yo
[Sen Dog:] Primero usted...
[B-Real:] grrrrrah!
[B-Real and Sen Dog:] mexican yells
[B-Real:] Hora hora, quien esta...
[Sen Dog:] Cometelo!
[Verse 1: Sen Dog]
Down for my barrio, enter my villa!
Tha hill called thrill, drinkin' over your area!
Makin' my queso down en Mexico
Where the sun burns hot and then goes and downslow
Got my clan tell so everythin' is well
Got a villa in a mile, with the big spanish spell
And let it be know, that I'm down for tha tranza!
The brown rapin'hood, lookin' out for tha raza
See me in my ranfla on street bala poof
A can with stanboor, con crane no the loop
Try to pull us up but I got my soldados
Tha soul asesinos vienen preparados
Tha rappers desperados, with the fool on the claro
You know when we say 'get the money en tha mano!
Get the cash me in the desk call up my hermano
We all can jump down in the red-gusano...!
[Chorus:]
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money *edited*!
[Verse 2: B-Real]
I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, for tha cock out
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
That was slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shhh...
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why women and money don't mix? like drinking and driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and see daekin' clown you
Keep your shhh in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: B-Real]
Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, bethler brother, while you burn, you'll be stoped
Better kill me, don't let me return, *edited*
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a big sip, caution it, but I never lie...
[Chorus]
[B-Smooth:] Tequila...
[Sen Dog:] Eat tha worm ese... eat tha [edited]
Allways quieren ese... es como Coahuila homie...
[music outro]

 

[fox69]

"Tequila Sunrise (Remix Radio Edit)"
(feat. Fat Joe)

"Tequila Sunrise (Remix Radio Edit)"
(feat. Fat Joe)



[Intro]
[scratching samples]
[Verse One: B-Real]
Sipping on tequila, with Sheila, no doubt I'm bringing her on
Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like Tiger Balm
In the hot sun city of Mexico, it's a pity
My committee of [edited] with me to get gritty
Rhyme [edited] on the track, snappin' your head back
Get the medic, cause a victim from [edited] Joey Crack
Stomping the wax [edited] spittin' on wax
Giving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records
A second of time switch, as styles piles up
[edited] of various flows to rile up
So what you wanna do? Tequila sunrise [edited]
Coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga
It's the lies, [edited] do you think you can survive it?
When you decide it, leave it to me and Joe can provide it
Cracking open the golden, holdin' the bomb load
While records are selling singles, my albums are getting sold
Kicking the universal, never commercial techniques
Banging the clubs, banging the jeeps
Banging the streets
[Chorus]
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money, money...
[x4]
[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Now I'm back for the new year, yeah I volunteer
Sources pioneer, millionaire status here
I never had no fear sellin' records
I resurrected on my third, that's my word, it's a high selection
And everybody know standing near me,
I'm dangerous like Shannon Greary
Making the whole planet hear me
You feel me? I'm on my road to the riches
Where hoes and [edited] fulfilling my goals and my wishes
My flows is vicious, but showin' *edited* since the early 90's
Where Onyx at? [edited] rockin' both easy *edited* 'round a grammy
Don't mind me, I just call 'em how I see 'em
Most these rappers is actors living off per diem
Me? I'm on my own [edited], nothing but gold hits
Claimin' the with throne with my 'thuggish, ruggish Bone' click
On the phone-flip, talking to B
He scooped me up in the six, we 'bout to hit overseas, what!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[each overlapping the other]
[B-Real:]
That's right, we hitting you with the L.A./Bronx connection
Soul Assassins, Terror Squad family
All up in your dome... ha!
That's right, Soul Assassins style, Cypress Hill IV
Knocking on your door for the ninety-eight
That's right, eat the worm...
[Fat Joe:]
Yeah... Terror Squad, Soul Assassins
B-Real, Joey Crack... wha-wha-wha-what!
Ugh! Puttin' it down, nigga
East coast, West coast
And it's all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Tequila Sunrise (Spanish Version)"

"Tequila Sunrise (Spanish Version)"


[Intro]
Pa'la Salud
Pa'la Salud
Primero Yo!!
ARRGH!!!! (Mexican Yell)

Cometelo!!!!!!!

[Song]

Aqui estoy con mi barrio listo a hacer feria,
Cartel Cypress Hill esta en tu area,
Colectando queso alla en Mexico,
Donde el sol quema duro y baja despacio,
Tengo mis camaradas y todos tambien,
Tengo una mansion en tierra que mide cien,
Y todos se den cuenta vengo a hacer transas,
Como Chalino aqui estoy pa'la raza,
Me veen en mi ranfla con todos los hierros,
cuidando mi negocio con todo mi perro,
No trates nada tengo mis soldados,
Espiritu asesino viene preparado,
Raperos desperados es nuestro tema,
El dicho de nosotros Agarra La Crema.

[Chorus]

Tequila Sunrise
Con los ojos rojos un dia vamos a morir,
Escandalosos!!

[Song]

Nunca conoci dinero asi, En mis manos,
Hasta que conoci, un camarada como hermano,
No importa donde miro, Tiene a todos asustados,
Corriendo por cubres, Por mas que vende amarrados,
Pero como guerrillero me enseno la foto grande,
Asi vendiendo drogas, Jamas nunca antes,
No como rateros, Que no entienden no comprenden,
No pases anos torcidos con placas en tu frente,
Entiendes??, Me dio una copa y tome,
El sabor malo del gusano me jame, Dandome lecciones,
Me cacheteo y dijo mira, Eres mi mejor paisa,
Pero nunca me digas, Lo que digo y te hago
Rico Chico, Que hasta duermen en hoyos,
No me cruces o te pico,
Que no se te olviden las reglas del juego,
Te van a conocer hasta que quemes en el fuego,
Mujeres falsas y dinero no va,
Como tomando manejando mi hermano te matara,
Quedate alerta a lo que esta alrededor,
Esas cosas que dije van a ser tu matador,
Tenlo todo en orden, La plata no va a parar,
Recuerdate de mi y siempre vas a ganar.

[Chorus]

[Song]
Tequila Sunrise, ay ay ay,
Tiempo vuela rapido y by surprise,
mi pana se murio y a mi me dejo,
capitan de la movida aqui, digo yo,
tragate el gusano cabron, Soy el maton,
Si no me matas te mato a ti, Como un ladron,
Confia en nadie, Vengo pa'atras y jamas me cruces a mi,
Porque yo, Tengo mas, Me recuerdo lo que digo Jesus,
Si quieres el dinero, Paisa, Tienes que ser primero,
Que te peguen mis palabras,
Estas listo pa' morir, A todo tiempo,
Porque si no, Vas a sufrir.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Tequila Sunrise (Uncensored Remix)"
(feat. Fat Joe)

"Tequila Sunrise (Uncensored Remix)"
(feat. Fat Joe)



[Verse One: B-Real]
Sipping on tequila, with Sheila, no doubt I'm bringing her on
Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like Tiger Balm
In the hot sun city of Mexico, it's a pity
My committee of witty niggas ain't with me to get gritty
Rhymey as fuck on the track, snappin your head back
Get the medic, cause a victim from my nigga Joey Crack
Stomping the wax, niggas spittin on wax
Giving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records
A second of time switch, as styles piles up
Mountains of various flows to rile up
Now what you wanna do, nigga? Tequila sunrise, nigga!
I'm coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga
It's the live shit, do you think you can survive it?
When you decide it, leave it to me and Joe can provide it
Cracking open the golden, holdin the bomb load
While records are selling singles, my albums are getting sold
Kicking the universal, never commercial techniques
Bang in the clubs, bang in the jeeps, bang in the streets

[Chorus:]
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money, nigga!
[x4]

[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Now I'm back for the new year, yeah, I volunteer
Sources pioneer, millionaire status here
I never had no fear sellin records
I resurrected on my third, that's my word, it's a high selection
And everybody know standing near me,
I'm dangerous like Shannon Greary
Making the whole planet hear me
You feel me? I'm on my road to the riches
With hoes and bitches fulfilling my goals and my wishes
My flows is vicious, but showin' niggas since the early 90's
Where Onyx at? Niggas rockin' both easy 'round a grammy
Don't mind me, I just call 'em how I see 'em
Most these rappers is actors living off per diem
Me? I'm on my own shit, nothing but gold hits
Claimin the throne with my thuggish ruggish Bone clique
On the phone-flip, talking to B
He scooped me up in the six, we 'bout to hit overseas, what!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
[each overlapping the other]

[B-Real:]
That's right, we hitting you with the L.A./Bronx connection
Soul Assassins, Terror Squad family
All up in your dome... ha!
That's right, Soul Assassins style, Cypress Hill IV
Knocking on your door for the ninety-eight
That's right, eat the worm, motherfucker

[Fat Joe:]
Yeah... Terror Squad, Soul Assassins
B-Real, Joey Crack... wha-wha-wha-what!
Ugh! Puttin' it down, nigga!
East coast, West coast
And it's all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah

 

[fox69]

"The Funky Cypress Hill Shit"

"The Funky Cypress Hill Shit"


[B-Real]
I came to introduce a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose
No you don't drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feelin it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!)
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talkin bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows
for you and your bros, him and his hoes
You don't like it? Here's my dick -- bite it
There's nuttin you can do about the real one
It'sa ill sum with the ill juice, I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+
Sen'll +Psycobeta+, blast ya if he hasta
Tell em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!)
Strikin ya (hittin ya) buckin ya (fuckin ya)
Like my buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep PLUCKIN ya
Pickin ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to take my joint
To get to my point, I'm talkin about a ill trip
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! [x4]

[B-Real]
Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juiceless
You can't get loose, so now you're useless
Can't feel the funk so I guess I'll pump the wrist
How bout this mug kiss my blunt?
Right into ya, now you're feelin, the chemicals vibin
Are you realizin, that, it's gettin better?
Surprisin you, whether or not, your shit's together
from the high-pitched levels (comin from my rebels)
Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything ain't what it seems
Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical physical
ingredients, gettin that immediate blend
Yo Sen take aim, and let the juice now extend
(Yeah I'm still comin atcha, but you don't need to duck down
Cause this is somethin different than a Psychobetabuckdown!)

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! [x4]

..

[Sen] Kick that shit B-Real!

[B-Real]
Intellect filthy umm lingo
Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow
(to get you all jazzed) from here to Tallahassee
This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J.
Never in your life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you're thinkin (?)
(?) it's good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I'll start takin up a list
so you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you feel it to the brim
Yo I ain't him, I could never be them
This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb
For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet
if you get too much, and roll it too straight
yo it's a fatal blow, somethin like a ?
Yeah it'll sting ya, (?)
See ya, I'm on it, somethin for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin the buddha thai
Lungs expandin and now you're feelin it
Yeah, the funky cypress hill shit!

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! [x4]

 

[fox69]

"The Last Assassin"

"The Last Assassin"


[Phone Call]
Bueno
?Como esta todo?
Bien, bien, que bueno, que bueno
Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas
25 (veinticinco) ahora y 25 despues
Y a que usted agarre noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto
Nos veremos en el centro de Los Angeles
Aha por la Pico y la Figueroa

[B-Real]
Lookin' back in the days of my youth no doubt
I didn't have any role models kickin' the truth out
So who am I supposed to look up to?
[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in blue
Now I had 2 choices, what could I be?
Down with, runnin' with the pigs or the g's
Let's see, a pig ain't done nothin' for me
But try to guide me to the penetentiary
The g's on the other hand wanna see me
Callin' shots in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm [edit] unfortunatley
So I think I'll roll with the neighborhood family
G's in the hood are influential
Pigs on the street are detrimental
A g's got stripes on his credentials
Growin' up ain't easy in the Central

[Chorus]
In the soul of the one holdin' the gun
Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination
The lone hard core to the bone individual
Highly adavanced than your average criminal
Through the shadows I lurk through the alleys
And rooftops, scoped and aimed at your brain
Until we meet in the next world again
Until the year 2000 come on in my friend

An O.G. told me how to make some ends
To get the Rolex and the phat fuckin Benz
All I gotta do is take out a few friends
Disappear for a while then come back again
I used to have to hit them with the long range shot
In time I got better in the closer I got
The last thing I learned was the knife in hand
Blade to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man
You could never understand how my mind works
The professional methods I use when I do dirt
Enemies and adversaries on the contract
No combat, I catch them in their Z's

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No one ever knows how the cards get dealt
In the hands of the maker when you break yourself
Why do I do do do things I do
Nobody was ever there for me to talk to
Once I was youngster, pure and true
Now I'm runnin' with the sick, sick crew
You could never understand what I go through
There could never be another [edit] fillin' my shoes
Sometimes I wonder how I made this far
In the gang set trippin'
Givin' up the set I claim
Pigs lookin' at me and they wanna take aim
But I don't give a [edit] cause it's all the same

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Until the year 2000 my friend