Cypress Hill

[fox69]

"I Unlimited"

"I Unlimited"


came back to life, for your protection
back from the dead of resurrection
we came to change the whole completion
take this game a new direction

last stop when the gas popped
when the Kush blows free
and the low-lows drop
to photo-opt
no flash
we smash
get cash
cash out the fuckin' spot

it’s a new day to bill
expect the hill
we grab the bill
the trip is real
don’t make pull out the steal link
cause all the commotion
and emotions kill

heat-seekers, if the come seekers
serve your asses through the big speakers
anyone, anywhere, we on jack
blowing up another spot with the contract

[Chorus:]
bounce bounce bounce bounce
kill em up
Tear em up
put him down
jump jump jump jump
if he acts tough
shut him up
put him down
bounce bounce bounce bounce
getting high
let him ride
put him down
jump jump jump jump
if you don’t give a fuck
blow him up
put him down

the fear factor
the peri-actor
adrenalin maxed in bringing the raptor
we cap it and coming at ya
studio gangsters applying the actra

still print that real shit
i'm the dog in the cup
and real hard to deal with
how long have we heard you down
and broke down doors with the grimey sound

no surrender, we push and enter
take over the scene and blaze the green
put a chill through ya body
when you saw my teeth
find yourself in the middle
where the pink convenes

don't slip on the misfits
coz the minute you popshit
the mic gets twisted
anytime, anywhere we blast off
the right start as parted your ass off

[Chorus]

we blow smoke in the air to heal the nation
getting you high no hesitation
so hard to charge, no complication
take another hit for respiration
legalise don’t criticize
coz one day you might understand who to symbolise
any man, any woman gotta like that
first trying put a cape, gotta fight back

let strip shows, like flip mode
we make you bounce on the track
with sick flows and kick toe
don't trip in the marsh pit
its a danger to spray just for salts on toxic
we're phenomenal, so unstoppable
UNLIMITED, your just comical
stay back, with slate jack (way back)
payback's a bitch and we know how to play that

[Chorus]

kill em up
tear em up
put em down

if he acts tough
shut em up
put em down

getting high
let em ride
put em down

if you don't give a fuck
blow em up
put him down

 

[fox69]

"I Wanna Get High"

"I Wanna Get High"


I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!

Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it
The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus
Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness
Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas
Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it
Forward motion make you sway like the ocean
The herb is more than just a powerful potion
What's the commotion, yo I'm not joking around
People learning about, what they're smoking
My oven is on high, when I roast the quail
Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale
Exhale, now you felt the funk of the power
now feel the effects...

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong

 

[fox69]

"I'm Still #1"

"I'm Still #1"


[B-Real]
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us
KRS-One, he's down with us
The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us
Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know he's down with us
Julio G he's down with us
Sway and King Tech, are down with us
Makin funky music is a must... I'm #1! [one echoes]
People still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
when I get challenged by a million MC's
I try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then I leave without a clue
Whattayou think makes up Cypress Hill?
Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type of style
Rockin off beat with a smile or smirk
or chuckle, yet some are not up to
Cypress Hill Posse, so I love to
step in the jam and slam, I'm not Superman
Cause anybody can
or should be able, to rock a turntable
Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
But here's where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no one's from the old school
cause rap is still a brand new cool
I say no one from the old school cause rap on the whole
isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cause we'll be the old school artists
And even in that time I'll say a rhyme
A brand new style, ruthless and wild
Runnin around, spendin money havin fun
Cause even then, I'm still #1! [one echoes]
Soul Assassin crew of course
comes to express with styles galore
Ways of rhyming, old and new
Past and present, knock knock who is it?
A brand new style, RRRAH time to change
People talk about me when they see me on stage
Live in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
the fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cause I'm not stupid I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin, because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper whose had his turn
now it's my turn, and I am concerned
about idiots, posing as kings
What are we here to rule, I thought we're 'sposed to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated open your mouth and speak
A Cypress Hill soldier, is something like a total renegade
Except I don't steal I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin, overseas people dyin
politicians lyin I'm tryin
not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
from bringin out the truth in the song
So C-H-P short for Cypress Hill Production
Made a little noise cause the crew was sayin somethin
People have the nerve to take me for a gangsta
an ignorant one, somethin closer to a prankster
Doin petty crimes goin straight to penetentiary
but in the scale of crime that's really elementary
This beat is now compellin me, to explain the silence
why my last jam was so violent
It's simple, Cypress Hill will teach reality
No beatin around the bush, straight up, just like 'My Weed is Free'
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
But I'm never overworked, cause I'm still #1! [one echoes]
MC Eiht, he's down with us
Big Boy and Ralph M are down with us
ReFugee Camp, is down with us
Khartoum and Vigga V are down with us
Call O' Da Wild is down with us
Psycho Realm, is down with us
Lifestyle Car Club is down with us
Makin funky music is a must, I'm #1! [one echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Ice Cube Killa"
(feat. Shaq)

"Ice Cube Killa"
(feat. Shaq)



[Shag]
Gimmie that beat, bitch! ([vocal sample:] "We Are At War")
Ding Ding Muthafucka
It's round two
I got my lunch and my dinner fool
You think we gonan bow down to some punk ass niggaz
We from the evil side, boy

[Chorus: B-Real (Shag)]
Doughboy (Killa), Wack 10 (Killa)
Doughboy (Killa), Wack 10 (Killa)
Doughboy (Killa), Wack 10 (Killa)
Doughboy (Killa), Wack 10 (Killa)

[B-Real]
In about four seconds some east side niggaz
Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's verse]
It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you hoes
With "No Vaseline"
You could be the big fish
Bring your drama
Fuck your mama
I'll bring the pack of piranhas
You tried to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video
You get addicted
You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice Cube is a thing of the past
If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass
You're the King of punks
King of busters
King of thieves
Now get down of your fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down)
Start to sucking

You try to remake NWA without Dre and Ren
Dub's cool
But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10
Silly little philly
I'm back tearing'
Can you really see my machine gun turrets?
Open and aimed at your fat little frame
How can I miss?
I'll twist your cap and take your name
Analyze it
My name should be Mack 11
I'm a higher caliber MC
There's no question
Anytime you wann run up
You get dealt with
You get melted
"Check Yo' self" (bitch check it)
Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best songs on your third album (biatch!)
Shag (spoken):
You and Wack 10
Can't deal with this
Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest
Fuck y'all
So what'cha wanna do?
Bring it on, nigga
This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family
Shag's verse:
Mack 10 is a bitch
Suckin' Ice Cube's dick
But what you faggets know about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's take it to the streets
And fight like real g's
What you niggaz wanna do?
You can't fuck with these
Ain't never had a strap
Now you wanna gangsta rap
Come can't to your hood
'Cause you're scared to get jacked
Fuck peace, this is war
Everybody on the floor
When I see your fat ass
I'm takin' one to your jaw
Fuck you
Fuck your mama
Fuck your whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're down wit'
Unoriginal
Can't stand bitch made niggaz
Ice Cube, youse an actor
Not a muthafuckin' killa
What neighborhood you from?
What don't you ever done?
When the shit goes down
You the first one to run
Everytime you talk
Got a mouth full of drama
Only missing you done
Is going to church wit'cha mama
B-Real's verse:
You got the Real-a
Swingi' of fmy nuts
Cube Killa
Break yourself niga, huh!
Give a lick-a
You ain't a killa
You a busta
Muthafucka
Bitch made niggaz
I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's nuts
Now he's all in your guts
You wannabe like him
But you got no skills
If he's the king
You must be the queen of the Hill
But I shank the Cube's fat neck
'Cause "A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no respect
No doubt
Westside Connections means
Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down wit' my clique
Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my dick
But yours is best get a blood test for your kid
Only bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you hang
With real g niggaz
Bring your clique on
You wanna scrap
So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
Mack 10
I gibe you a year
I guarantee
You'll realize that you're getting' fucked
And you'll run to me
You pretty little trick
You look real sweet (Mmmm!)
I should make you one of my hoes like
Cube was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullshit
Actor, studio gangsta
You should win an award
For most outstanding wax banger
Fuck what you been through
What you're going through
East Side family, nigga
What you wanna do?

[Shag]
Eastside!
That's right nigga!
East muthafuckin' side
'Til' we die, nigga!
Fuck all you punk ass niggaz!
Cube 187
Mack 10 187
Any other unk ass nigga
Who wanna take this beat
187
We hit niggaz up like that
We bicoastal, nigga
Cypress Hill family
Niggaz better recognize
We here to chastise
Nigga, hoo bangin'
That's how we hoo ride nigga
No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz
East coast nigga, West coast
We don't give a fuck
Talk shit get shot, nigga
That's how we feel, nigga
Niggaz get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew nigga
I represent muthafucka
How does that sound nigga
Cypress Hill Family
They're gonna fuck all ya'll biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the fuck out man…)
(Cypress Hill sample: here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man...)

 

[fox69]

"Illusions"

"Illusions"


Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God damn, 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 gat to my money and I'm hooked on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless ya come flexin that trigga, I dig ya
That grave on the east side of town
Lay ya six feet underground
From man, to the dust to the ashes
All I remember tell me where the cash is
Clic Cloc barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But I ain't going out wit the pain
Wa da da dang, wa dada daa dang

[Chorus:]

I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind

Muthafuckas be drivin me up the walls
Hopin that I fall but they can suck my balls
Straight jacket, strap it
In a padded room when some punk niggaz 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 just 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 havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind

I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions

 

[fox69]

"Illusions (Q-Tip Remix)"

"Illusions (Q-Tip Remix)"


Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God dam why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me
Fuck em and feed em cuz I don't need em
I won't join em if I can beat em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat, to my money, and I'm hook on chronic.
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless you come flexing that trigger
I'll dig ya that grave on the east side of town
Now your 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 on a bang
Wa dada dang wa dada da dang

[Hook]

I'm having illusions all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions all this confusion's
Fuckin me up in the mind.

Mother fuckas be driving me up the walls
Hoping 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 all reality now I'm let out
On a minor technicality .... They all fucked up now
Cuz they let a nigga back on the street some how
I'm looking for some one like me
Living in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city looking at the ho with the titties
Looking at me and I feel shitty
A lil tensed up getting hot
Cuz she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
I'm trying to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope.

[Hook]

I'm having illusions all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions all this confusion's
Fuckin me up in the mind.

 

[fox69]

"Ilusiones (Illusions)"

"Ilusiones (Illusions)"


[B-Real]
Hay mucha gente que me dice
Que no valgo madre y no voy hacer
Nada porque me critican
Ahora tengo feria y ellos me envidian
Chingan y piden siempre me siguen
Y al mismo tiempo me dicen:
No entendemos tu onda
Con tu cuete, tu dinero y adicto a mota
Yo nunca quise golpear a vatos
Pero si me cruzas a mi yo te mato
6 pies bajo de la tierra
Yo no miento es verdad
Ese, quedaras como antes
Solo me acuerdo cuando me asaltaste
Clik clak, cuete esta cabron
Me queria bajar la feria este ladron
Pero no dejo que me maten
Wa da da dang, wa dada daa dang...

[Chorus x2:]
Yo tengo ilusiones
La confusion me esta volviendo loco
Yo tengo ilusiones y tentaciones
Sorviendome por dentro...

[B-Real]
Hay muchos vatos que me estan callendo mal
Dicen que voy a caer y voy a quedar
Torcido en el bote donde no salgo
Quedo bien locote
Un toque, fumo pa calmarme
Me dejaron mi tiempo no pudieron darme
Fue un error porque soltaron a un criminal ese
Yo busco alguien parecido
Algo como yo, que viva como vivo
Caminando solo, a mi no me conoce nadie
Pienso que deveras no valgo madre
Un delinquente solo ves
Y recuerdo que aqui han muerto mis carnales
Quiero que paren esto
Pero no voy a morir por mi propia mano...

[Chorus]

Yo tengo ilusiones... [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Intellectual Dons"

"Intellectual Dons"


[Intro:]
What's up we gonna go down the line baby
Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild
Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
145th street crews, 155th street crews
All my niggaz on the East Side
We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this
Big shouts to all the weed spots and all that who know how we do

Me things no money sat on Monies chicks
Fillin Barcadi on club seats
Harm's represent the crease on wise fully feet harmly accriminate
Futuristic kittens of the street all malfunction seats
Crews stand like mannequins sportin names is Tim's
I'll make half your flaps burn is self-discipline
And supportin your kittens if you're convinced
They keep the scripts movie-men
Experience and hard is (unknown) has captured run for the (unkown)
Mischievous black kids dipped in black hooches
Ruthless-a the caswendler stupid used to pump with the any gooier
Now let the card hold the futures

[Chorus]
[B-Real]
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual trauma causing dime

[Barron Ricks]
B Ricks stands anonymous decant flicks
And non-raps that can't bonely manifest the Buddha blessed
Freshly dressed rollin in the clubs for success
I'm not dressed in materialistic games to get the sex
The five six I'm livin fortune of survival tactics
Keepin my enemies close and all my niggaz out of business
What is this?
Slicey characters spreadin my business
Fragments that can't manage that do damage yo I had it
Environmental pressure causing static
In fabric of the asiac cabbage it's madness
All this I'm civilized now what do I now?
Run these avenues buckwild with crews now who is it?
Makin all you critics fiend these lyrics
And be the core
Yes y'all comin through on your premises
This is it

[Chorus]
[B-Real]
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma

[Interlude]
KnowI'msayin?
Big shouts to my sacred projects connections know I'm sayin?
All my brothers on 113th Lexus to-dial knowI'msayin?
Big shouts to the LES baby we see you

Put on Stella performances
While niggaz place bids at auto auctions
Re-model frames and changin rusty engines and courting
And while you Forman fools wanna shorten my life
My life is like survival organs
It's not important that you're this lyrical dissertation
Tossing lineal seeing precitals break your vinyl
Chronically spotting spiral perhaps spinning out wax
Yo ?Nas? put the black wars on elegant floors
The teachers got operations make em insecure
Gypsy cabs I flag Donnas DC slam that ass take a detour
Affiliates with my predominately black landscape
Hop the squad I watch the sling shot from rotting up your pin spot
Jostling nigga glocked him playing possum
I got the X-ray vision
Ain't nothing poppin while the tears who interfere
And the fears they disappear

[Chorus]
[B-Real]
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin DONS

[Outro:]
Ah man that's the Call O' Da Wild flavor baby
I can't take it no more I'm outta here baby
But before we get up out I wanna give big shouts
To all the Buddha spots that made this possible
Big shouts to the 99 cents store baby
The discount health foods know I'm sayin?
All the brothers on the Lexus ail with that good, goodness
Big shouts to the party bag shop
To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit
Yeah we out baby don't forget to flip this to the other side
Get with that Call O' Da Wild baby, it's like that yeah

 

[fox69]

"It Ain't Easy"

"It Ain't Easy"


[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

 

[fox69]

"It Ain't Nothin'"

"It Ain't Nothin'"


[Opening]

[B-Real]
I used to carry a glock
On the waist line
Man I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line
You'll never taste mine
See me on the screen
Fuckers beggin' for face time
Get your own tape
But don't bother to chase mine
I got a block
Man we havin' a great time
You couldn't fill the shoes
Anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage
For the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you
Get more by the K-9
Homies on the yard never walk in the main line
The manes find that they can never be in the game
I'm lettin' off rounds
Hittin' blunts at the same time
Pick a crew homie
You a neon to save time
Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame
You never went through the same grind
Put you in the bind the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

[Chorus]
You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[Sen Dog]
I'm right here on the block
when it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies always holdin' the fort down
Come up in our town and your pissin' a fourth now
Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of jack
2 fifth's in the back and everyone i'm with's strapped
What ever happens
I'm chin checkin' and wreckin' fools
Try disrespecting me
My Smith & Wesson is endin' you
And I ain't changed since back in the day
Get your shit split quick if you get in my face
You wanna run wit' the dog
Better stay in your place
Cuss your little ass name don't hold no weight
And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake
Get your asks denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I skate
If you a fake or a snake
Imma send you to your grave

You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[DJ Rippin' with B-Real finish]

[Sen Dog]
Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas
Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas
Im a real gun busta so dont ever try to rush us
Can't nobody touch us that dont leave on crutches
Or worse
Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered
It's gunna be a cold summer
As soon as the hilt drops
ALL BULLSHIT WILL STOP

[B-Real]
A couple scums in the street
We don't care what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime
But I won't blink
We go against everything
Smoke all the green
Got the flow wrong
Swing it aint nothing to me
We put it down anywhere
Like it's something to see
So all you bitches goin rogue with your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[Opening as ending]