1. _ Audio X
"T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!" (Blast off!) [B-Real] Come inside, hello everybody, welcome Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down Cause we warring All you fuckin yellow comets runnin from the front line If anybody wanna get away hey I'll find your fuckin ass in due time Run and seek shelter but you never will escape Flippin over the gate, cause you can't wait to get your fuckin ass away But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this musrhroom cloud But you never wanna realize that I'm planted in your mind now Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound Let another motherfucker run up and I'll put your ass down (down) Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star Quick look around, you can't hide You just might die right where you are Chorus: B-Real AUDIO X...We gonna your blow your head up (up) Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up Give me any record and I'll flip it any style Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the shit loud [Barron Ricks] Aiyyo whasup kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch With these niggaz who be puffin on the Dutch Bustin guns, lay back in the cut Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin the green Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem From the streets where life ain't cheap Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you askin, "Who dat rappin?" We get all up inside your grill, with the skill Shoot to kill when it's time for action See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie Better kiss that black ass goodbye when you try to play these wiseguys So who's complainin when we intensify the levels on the ryhme You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down Because we are the wild Chorus [Barron Ricks] "Audio terrorists Mic specialists About to blow this Blast off" [B-Real] Lookin in your eyes, I see your body bag figure Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down Cause it's on nigga What you wanna do, you better pay close attention Let it be known, I control the zone beyond your comprehension Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise Fuck and feed him, if they can't take a joke and get high I'm feelin lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro? So many people wanna hit my joint but they never got none I'magine that bullshit, happens all the time Niggaz better start growin they own They cannot fuck with mine Give me any record and I'll flip it any style Beginners better run back to the lab and practice for a while Chorus [Barron Ricks] "This has been another AUDIO X explosive Blast off!" more free lyrics |
2. _ Checkmate
[Sen Dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels for reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall * repeat 2X * [B-Real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped to the letter, keepin your temperature down low What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the new shit I bring, never the same hype so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell Chorus (Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!) [Sen Dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout the Westside of L.A., so whatever punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit and elevate your frame, cause I want that big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor [B-Real] My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks Chorus [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool! more free lyrics |
3. _ Steel Magnolia
Attendant: "That takes a fourteen shot clip You expecting an army?" Serpico: "No....just the division" [Barron Ricks] "Yeah, once again, (that's right) We about to attack this (Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) Yeah (Nicky Bond) Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro All my little short niggaz Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo" Fillin out the cards to your eulogy Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it That's what niggaz get for fuckin with this maniac depressive nigga with aggresion, Smith and Wesson, in his possession Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take For short cake, we won't hesistate I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents Across 110th, to 55th My covenant is protected, I'm doministic Survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my method Good samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premise I hope you fuckin with Glocks and fo' fifths Wrath's Napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists Shatter chins, and bust clips Check it, "here is somethin you can't understand" Steel Magnolia [B-Real] I got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe tagged As I get raggamuffin, no bluffin, the body bagged Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static Greed means that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell to meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell Buckshots sting like bees, I smoke trees on the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger Killa G's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy! [Barron Ricks] Steel Magnolia Magnificent guns bust when 'Uzi Weighs a Ton' And yo' Glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips spells murder, sound synonymous to burner Leave niggaz ass up, gaspin for air, front seats of truck So who the fuck want me to press on they luck, bastard they son When gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to run Annihilation, destroyin all expectations Have relatives embrace your Harlem hopital, we all patient 5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more grip With fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers light So relinquish son, I'm to the finish, and you acknowledge Couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it! Steel Magnolia [B-Real] Steel Magnolia, bury ya, six niggaz carry ya To your final rest area What you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug And your chest beats, blowin out your back, take it easy To your eulogy, open heart surgery Emergency, 911, come in a hurry From the Hills to the Polo realms, stackin the bills I put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill A bitch nigga steppin on my toes, fuck foes and hoes Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose I suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose to get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smoke You're like a fat joint, I'm takin a toke, I'm like coke But you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a fuckin addict To the dope shit, you better hope the shit stop Smooth, holdin the Glock, rockin the hot shit [Barron Ricks] Steel Magnolia Steel Magnolia Steel Magnolia Steel Magnolia more free lyrics |
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4. _ Tequila Sunrise
Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog
B-Real: Mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto
pero que lo mueva con madre...
Sen Dog: Pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy
el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana
te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
B-Real: Pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos...
tomamos no?... del gusano...
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 est
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5. _ Feature Presentation
[Barron Ricks] My flows most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous for wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers Too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous Ghetto evangelist, lyric distortions, abortions of fortune shit, shittin on your ASR-10 Sequence Fuckin up the disc These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves when I swerve I'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves Hear the thunder then I melt the frozen tundra, sank Titanics Crack solid granite, initiate global panic Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break North My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when I'm high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal in prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble Ready to shed blood up in the jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide! [B-Real] I take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil The worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties Cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt when they get burned and smoked, put out and used up Niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up Abuse them up, usin the nut, I'm usin buck Fearin of the shit, that's covered the script, deliver cuts Cypress Hill, Soul Asassins, all up in the club Showin love to everyone of you real niggaz Cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins like a junkie, fuckin with 'ron and cocaine Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned by the world renowned, Cypress compound! [Chace Infinite] Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell in the dark black abyss, Chace Infinite kicks rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth My order in the elements in the universe My mental enter your physical frame, penetrate like pushin your face straight through a window pane with twenty bars, I'm sinister God, administer pain to your paragraph it ain't hard, see I studied the life-science for years in this, doin songs with my indigineous peers n shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland The benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light in your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career Stand clear, I stand firm on solid ground Pump Blood Sweat and Tears, verbal architect, engineer Shiftin your ear, to Cypress Hill, you wack niggaz caps is peeled, the scientific Soul Asassin We dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines Soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin more free lyrics |
6. _ Riot Starter
[TV Reporter 1] "We understand all of the officers in the Central Division have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically to get into riot gear" [TV Reporter 2] "OK, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now Tensions are building Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground" ("...Police in riot gear...") "The police are, uh, forming a long line now..." [B-Real] In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait Niggaz been waitin on our release date I know how to pick em up, stick em up Everybody go crazy while I'm fuckin shit up Who's on the floor, while the beats break Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop You gotta get the fuck out of the spot Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know Good reigns over evil, how it be though I'm doing it my way, like Carlito Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up Riot....Starter Riot....Starter Come on [Sen Dog] "Yeah...move it to the side Cypress Hill coming through once again Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine Forever baby, come again now!" [B-Real] People like talkin, but can't walk a mile Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style I start the riot up, fire it up Watch the roof cave in, while I'm lightin the shit up You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo don't move unless you feelin the whole move Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room Still no real souls, heal those through real shows Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those Then I pealed those off of the wall who got bombed Cypress Hill reignin supreme, we stand tall People never answer their call, they fall slow When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Come on [Sen Dog] "Yo, get the fuck up out the stage We gonna tear the roof up off this motherfucker Yo, move the fuck out kid We gonna tear this shit up Hit that breakdown, homie!" [B-Real] Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate while I'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon No delay on the mission, I breathe calm Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone Makin the scrilla, Manilla, the Don Juan Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes Don't even try to think though, I'm a kilo Dope shit, my position remains firm Fuckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it When the stoned of Soul comin to return Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Come on [Sen Dog] "Yo, get the fuck out of the way or get hurt man You got to move motherfucker, you got to move You gotta make shit happen Yo, once again, this is Sen Dog All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahmsayin? Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country Whereever you at, yo check this shit out We comin hard baby, we bringin it live We gonna burn that motherfucker down yo Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it As long you get out the fuckin way, let Cypress come through Woooorrrdd, yeah We gonna call this one...the Riot, Starter! We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit Riot Starteeerrrrr! more free lyrics |
7. _ Dead Men Tell No Tales
[B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x) Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!) Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy Now I'm fuckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out for help, and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin [Sen Dog] Boo-yah!... come on, motherfucker [B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x) WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherfucker!) You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source Your head is, gettin fucked and I'm skippin the intercourse Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss nigga Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin paper chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator The greater the risk you fuckin hater Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season [Sen Dog] Nighty-night, mothafucka [B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra (7x) more free lyrics |
8. _ Clash Of The Titans
Zeus: "Make certain that no stone stands That no creature crawls I command you to let lose the last of the Titans" "It's time to strike!" [B-Real] Let the rain pour down from God above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm With the uniform of my sworn enemies You raped and pillaged my city, and spread disease Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take Can lead to the math that the master's break The clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours, and God's law Look in the stars, aligned with sign and Mars Destruction, what's your function, you roll with God "Attention" 2x [B-Real] The soul of the master's elements, disaster Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster The blade swings, slashing your throat The vision's on the mission, seeking the note dropping the bomb, by remote Load up the cavalry's, no salaries, the keys The life's memories, strife bringing the thieves Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough Or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost Let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight Hear the sound of the warriors stepping into the night The eye in the sky, looking to punish ya, never hide No cover to shelter your life, the souls begin to rise And to clash "Attention" 2x [B-Real] God's enemies, fall in upon, the knees crawling Beheading the dead souls, who runaway from their calling Behold, the white horse, remorse, never the case Every corner of the world, the battle is taking place Let the war drum set the pace, you face fire Resume, from the Temple of Boom, and seek higher thought Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked The clash rages on, people remain calm Good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad You can never tell, heaven or hell, the blood shed And it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell When the war's over, the light will shine, covering the spell Celebrate now, put the blades to rest No wickedness, only the blessed will hold down "Attention" "You creating hysteria" "Attention" 2x more free lyrics |
9. _ Lightning Strikes
"Attention all personnel The time has come! Attention all personnel Attention all personnel" "The world's famous The world's famous Cypress, Cypress Hill The world's famous Cypress Hill Cypress Hill Cypress, Cypress Hill The world's famous Cypress Hill Cypress, Cypress Hill The world's famous" "Attention all personnel Attention all personnel" "The Soul Assassin button has now been activated" "The time has come! Attention all personnel Cypress, Cypress Hill The time has come!" [Sen-Dog] Ain't taking, nobody back with me It's on till the end with anybody who want to hit me Ain't looking back, putting it all on the line Don't give a fuck, bring the rough one time And I think we should all get down and busy Say the four word and you spin until your dizzy Niggas say who is he, but I'm the ? fact Same fool that's watching, is the one who stabs your back So, make a plot, but yo, it's non-stop Knowing exactly who comes on the block Take no prisoners, put that in effect Get the name from your set, and tat it on your neck Let these know motherfuckers know who got next Southside represent, I be catching wreck And show your respect, when you step up to me son Don't imitate, cuz my style ain't in season Go back to the lab, upgrade the chump Get a new ? gun before you get dum dum [B-Real & Sen-Dog] Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night Get's slit up, when lightning strikes Get up! Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night Get's slit up, when lightning strikes Get up! [B-Real] Take a ride When lightning strikes, city lights are gleaming No sunshine, no California dreaming The demon is roaming on the loose, you got juice Up for abuse, when electric currents are induced ?, rock on, the brain waves What you clocking, I be dropping the bomb, you getting maimed The games you play, look up and say you want to change And rearrange, the strange, you never go the way Don't look back, forget that, you need that Just sit back, look at the show, and see that Display the raw power, black out Even the score, open the door, and break out Leave it alone, the unknown fury, blind rage Move aside, get wise and make the front page Center stage, you ?, and leave with Go suffer the pain, leave us alone, or be fixed The heart beat, pumping your blood, high pressure Look at you stuck in the mud, bring in the stretcher Strapped down, ready to roll, the god knows Tears coming down, the bucking, so ? slow [B-Real & Sen-Dog] Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night Get's slit up, when lightning strikes Get up! Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night Get's slit up, when lightning strikes Get up! more free lyrics |
10. _ Prelude to a Come Up
[MC Eiht] Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em! Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on! Geeyeah.. Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation Feels the heat, under the som-brero to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros Chills with, senoritas, like charro Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow Follow, my flow, get the cash and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til.. cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin skunk The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk Just like a bird I'm free, in a land with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (2X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [B-Real] B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me You silly bitches never respect, neglect money You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [MC Eiht] We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer! Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom* Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos? Makin your body dissapear like a ghost One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me tryin to send me to the penetentiary [B-Real] In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin and leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (5X) more free lyrics |
11. _ Looking Through the Eye of a Pig
[B-Real] I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today So many different attitudes, that I come across I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall with the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all The eye of the pig * DJ Muggs cuts and scratches 'This pig' from _Pigs_ * I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say that I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin These days you can't tell who's-who in the world Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy for takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other We went through the academy, just like frat brothers Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift Think I'll get my dick SUCKED by this basshead bitch My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers I recall, happier times, before the fall Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all ... long interlude ... Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt Look into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked No longer can I determine, who's the criminal from the innocent man down, to the pedophile No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin into darkness, I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside "Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out.." .. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin head off Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps OK, Mr. Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause You find it funny? Get that smile off your face Motherfucker take this *beatdown ensues as words fade* more free lyrics |
12. _ (Goin' All Out) Nothin' to Lose
[B-Real] I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light Nothin better to do, than fuck with the pride when you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride Billy club show me no love, think you above all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close Let me lay it on the table, forget stable Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label You got nothin to lose, come on choose Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health Sword blade swingin you back off away and the track off the real, straight off the Hill What the deal motherfucker? Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog I got nothin to lose (I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out) Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out) Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out) [Sen Dog] I'm goin all out, showin y'all what I'm about Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out Takin this pencil, across the brain Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained all out my system, take em, and then I twist em Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement Comin with the thunder and lightning Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting So I keep the writing, down for the fighting Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting And let me take space up, heat your face up I'm goin all out, before the raise up Chorus Come on, come on [B-Real] I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin Expression, feelin the tension over the session The question, fillin your body with intention Don't mention the profession, keep adressin The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention I'm goin the fuck out, Smith and Wesson You better stall me out, no extension Only the strong will ever be settin the pace When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace No worries, set you with flurries and no juries Eight million stories in the city of furies Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist I got nothin to lose so I gat fools with this Chorus [Sen Dog] Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again Comin to your record shop Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners We choppin heads off And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium more free lyrics |
13. _ From the Window of my Room
[B-Real] Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man See it all, be it all, you need a plan It takes one man to understand this Learn fuckin with a deadly gas, you get burned From the window of my room, I shoot all stars Every little bit you consume, the high cost of living it's all given to you, don't lose it Every man's given a tool, but don't use it Chorus: B-Real From the window of my room, I shoot all stars Every little bit you consume, the high cost Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see the window of my room, I shoot all stars Every little bit you consume, is high cost Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see [B-Real] From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across the land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty No longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this Wherever I roam is home to me You Shogun, look at my enemies try to do me The influential status, you know the baddest Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness Sadness to those appealin to any conflict Lookin out my window pane, I see you fallin What are you a man or a mouse, the house light shinin within, that's when you begin to live again Chorus [Sen Dog] From my window I can see Humanity, goin insane G Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect Only hardcore vatos on the set Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted There it goes, the pride, you missed it I ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin Find me in Watts when you wanna come hit me Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams Some sell their soul to get the cream From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps See those magazine crews and I'm a goner Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas Unlike some of these fools on the turf Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs So unrehearsed that it shows in the product Need to get the fuck out, before you get caught up Chorus more free lyrics |
14. _ 16 Men Till There's No Men Left
Ladies and gentlemen We would like to present to you a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill [B-Real] 16 men on a dead man's list [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Verse One: B-Real So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be one who is solo, runnin the whole game That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine But I'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source Tried to get XXL, they still fell Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel [B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! [B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Verse Two: B-Real I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin That's like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind the physical, better run to the spiritual Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it from the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face The fuckin cynical shit brains As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO! One of these days your punk ass gonna go Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin flow but you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow [B-Real] 16 men let me see who's next [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Verse Three: B-Real Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs changed up to gain it all, but shared none Who made him all the money to overcome? Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab He was rollin big balla style, high profile Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now Welcome to the 360, degrees Pay a fee when you fuckin your people over the cheese No soul, no conscience, no loyalty to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty Aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions of everybody, you fucked over, you're Scared Sober [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go Verse Four: B-Real Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts like Ass Miller, and that fuckin ex-dealer Can't forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett Let me step, over the hump, and represent it You go down like Jerry, and get smacked like Trick Leo, now here's your fuckin eulogy-o! [B-Real] That was 16 men now there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo [B-Real] 16 men now there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo more free lyrics |
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