Skull & Bones

chorus:
(b real)
So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

B real:
I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up
Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up
The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
It's funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin with it
Nevertheless
You got to go for the gusto but you dont know
About the blood, sweat and tears
And losing some of your fears
And losing some of yourself to the years past,
Gone by
Hopefully it dont manifest
For the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac
Dont know how to act
48 tracks
Studio gangster, mack,
Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil
But never will til he crosses over
Still filling your head with fantasies
Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese

You wanna be a rap/rock superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who dont know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
And some cant pay the way
Still trapped in what you rapping about
Tell me what happened when you lost
The route you took started collapsing
No fans no fame no respect no change no women
And everybody shittin on your name

Chrous x2

Sen: (only in rock version)
You ever have big dreams of making real cream
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main
And you wanna look trendy
In the bentley, be a snob and never act friendly
You wanna have big fame, let me explain
What happends to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be ok
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never give full to the fullest
That's while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my lex with chrome raised high
So you wanna roll far
And live large
It aint all that goes with bein a rock star


Chorus x2

B real:
My own son dont know me
I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely
But i thank god i'm with my homies
But sometimes i wish i was back home
But only no radio or video didnt show me
No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by sony
I'm in the middle like mony
And the press say that my own people disown me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honies at the paladium (a venu in la)
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on, fall off, the ho's roll on
Til the next rap/rock superstar
With no shame
Give em a year, he'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin ignored, i warned him
Assured him, this aint easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise)

Whispered: assassins, assassins

Chorus x2

Uh..uh...yeah....
These voices up in my head...

All these voices up in my head
Makin me dread, when i sleep at night
Visons of people with evil intensions wanna fly my sight
Visons are changin, engagin, and ragin', i'm in a stage and a fight
Listen, the system is pissin' me off, you wanna feel my pipe
Fingers pointed, annointed people, day better up to the knight
Whispers, darkness the hardest, time ain't never gonna feel alright
Feelin' my soul in the hole,
I can't breathe, and i'm frightened for my life
Think i need help or i dwell in hell, cuz i got a grip too tight!

[chorus]
Will you ever get out of my head? [4x]

Through every dimension as tension ahead, i gotta go my main
Dreams are like beans up like coming through my brain,
Then i know i'm baked
For every single minute that's in it, each and every brand new day
Denial of trial i'm vile, whatever that bullshit they say
I'm sinking so low in my self, help me gain, never give no break
Confusion is usin me sinkin me up, now the sky's all grey
I'm blazin and liftin my mind with kite, let me hit that j
Holding, controlling my self over, but the shit won't stay!

[chorus] [w/ sen dog]
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head? (will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? ( will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (will you ever get out of my head!)

[verse 1]
I do it to ya all like in your earhole, cuz
I'ma "goodfella" just like deniro, punk
I'm a ten, you just a fucking zero, huh
I get your woman off like robbie shapiro, what
You want jellyroll son, i'm a hero, oh
You're on your knees on my dick like a clit hoe then
You say you hate me but you follow my carrer though huh
Wanna see a trick i make you disappear yo, yo
I make it hotter than a fuckin' inferno
Wanna test you comin up shorter than devito
I'll scar your face when i cut you like pacino
You gamble with your life inside of my "casino"
Hold up i'm runnin shit just like gambino
I got the hogs sweatin' more than bob barino
I switch tongue buenos caso me camino
Then i switch it back cuz in that style i swing yo
Beat your head like a drum [spanish]
I sit back simply pretend i'm regal
Slay you any style yeah whatever type of lingo
I'm a "natural rhyme killer" like tarrantino, yeah

[hook]
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit

[verse 2]
Call me breakin' think you know my nigga dino
With the ratpack nigga sippin on vino
I give it to you double xxl like chino
I'm the eastsidah who's reppin angelino's
I know you trippin but i'm due another single, ha
Treat the music like my honey got a wrinkle, yeah
I'm the mushroom ??
You couldn't hang with a joint from domingo's
So, you gotta make room when you hear my jingle
Like i crack your head with the bat, big bambino style
You smoked out there in san bernadino
We fuck shit up with the harcore steelo
Bandito, light your lighter then a key lo
I'm megachron got you wet like a primo
Cancerous rhyme now that you needin chemo
Peace to my fam out in el cerino
That's right punk, ??
Better watch your back, who's pilin up cochinos

[hook 2x]

[verse 3]
Killin niggas like a sicilian named gino
When your numbers up all my nigga yell regal
You a fine woman, was a fine phillipino, then
She looked good in the black benzino, yeah
Yo' style's not yours like doritos
With the fabulous fall just like the beatles
Platinum dust oh now you wanna sprinkle, well
I clown niggas much more than melenko's, heh
For all the wild ones and all my vecino's
Never get your ass caught up with a stank hoe
Pussy weigh deeper than a big fucking ?zinko?
Don't be mad i'm lookin out for my amigo
You wanna copy my style go to kinko's
Watch me reload it just like carlito
My style so dope they should label it illegal
You want beef then i call my nigga steebo
Whip your ass up just like niccoleo
Sayin my name burst your mark like "tapateo!", punk
You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it
You can't deal with it, it's cypress hill with it

[hook 2x]

[b-real]
Huh, what you want?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me what, tell me what
Want you want from me, huh?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me dogs
Want you want from me?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want from me?

[b-real]
Want you want from me?
Wanna live my life
Drive my car, with my jewels, now you're holdin my wife
What you got for me -- fame?
Opportunity i guess that ain't enough for ya
You want the loot and weed
What you need from me?
To bleed and die quickly
Here i turn my back here's the knife, for you to stick in me
What you do for me?
Stab me in the back, preney
Over little shit you do, pretty hittin in me
What you done for me?
Robbery, pray the po'
Actin like it was my homie, just a fuckin phony
What you see in me?
A weakness so you can damage me
And dis-granite me so you can take advantage (yeah)
What you need to see?
The nina milli six-a, show ya how i don't give a fuck about you
You talk now, what you need to be?
Runnin away from the leader
Before you're gettin warm by my heater

[chorus: b-real]
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?

[b-real]
What you want from me?
Money and the record deal
Free tickets to the shows and the free meal
What you got for me?
Besides, or your hang ups and sob stories
The violins play em baby
What you want to be?
Everything i am now, but you never worked for it
The live it, you fuckin gimmick
What you want -- disease?
For me and my homies
Niggas want to act, damn, you don't even know me
What you need to breathe?
To think it over clearly, you can hear me over the speaker
It's best you don't come near me
What you got for me?
Back up and a lot of weight, but now
You hatin on me, in every single way
What you have with me?
To make me turn the switcher
Funny how money makes a fuckin little picture
What it's got to be?
You get disconnected over methods you choose
To make yourself get ejected

[chorus: b-real]
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you want?
What you, what you want from me?

[sen dog]
What you want from me?
Pictures and the demos
You wanna act funny?
And hear my layo
What you got to see?
I need a little privacy
You don't even know of the shit that drivin me
What you need from me?
Someone to put your shit on
Never forget what i've done for you
Before you get on
What you have to be?
True to the family
And fuck em and feed em
If you ain't understandin me?
What you want to be?
Hard or a pop star
Goin out and doin the same shit
That's a love song
What you want from me?
Nothin but burn riches down, i should grab your jaw
And knock it off the hinges now
What you after me?
Doctors and nurses and hearses
And the worst thing you feelin the blood curses
What you have to be?
Gone another memory
Remember this if i gotta choose over them or me
I'll choose me motherfucker you understand...

[b-real]
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me what you want
What you want from me?
What you want from me?

[chorus: b-real]
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?

[chorus: sen dog]

Eastside l.a.
Cypress hill all day
Spark the lah
We live this shit

We latin-thug type
Gat-blasters
Weedsmokers
Moneyholders, that's right

[b-real]
Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack
On my side is my ese can't fuck with that
Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can come on the hill bro
But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the eastside
It's a suicide when you're fucking with the hill
Fool drop your weapon or i'm comming for the kill
Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya
Watch it go through ya
Ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer
Enemy's a viewer i'm sipping on caluha
Sitting back chilling with my nigga sonduhla
Heading to the eastside watch your back busta
Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas

[chorus]

[sen dog]
Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits
For ever backing up that cypress hill click
To my man on the corner with the shotgunshell
Singing sad songs for the ones that fell
To me it's kind of funny watching all these dummies
Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money
Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold
Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho
Need this looking raw before you come acting
Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum
Cause i been there
Done that
Fool check the format
Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat
Put it to your grill like i don't give a damn
Sen dog and the hill still fucking up the program
Yeah y'all, that big bad cypress and perro up in that place
What the fuck you wanna do now huh?

[chorus]

[b-real]
Kicking that funky cypress hill shit
Think i blast another give them something to deal with
Cause i'm the ill one
Oh the cap-peel one
You comming round the hill fucking son i gotta spill one
Now i'm heading to the eastside looking for revival
Living on the eastside fighting for survival
Gotta be nifty with the han solo and trying to show yo
Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo
Off to the stone garden you go and stay there
When i'm dead i'm bringing my music to play there
For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you're on my shoulders
You can't hold us back i'm spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in opposition
I know you're wishing that i would bow to submission

[chorus]

(eminem speaking)
Most people don't see how much work is really involved in this rap shit
I didn't know it
I didn't see it
I never saw it until i was actually bit
You really gotta be in it
To understand what its like
But you always gotta
People always gotta see your jile
You always gotta put on that fake
You know what i'm sayin
No matter what u just been through

(b-real)
So you wanna be a rap superstar in the benz
And live large a big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

(b-real)
I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up
Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up
To rock crowds make money
Chill wit the honies
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
Shits funny
How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears and losin some of your peers
And losin some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how to act
Shits deep
48 tracks
Studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
But never will
Till he crosses over still
Feelin no hate
But fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese
You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play
Trapped in what you rappin about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans
No fame
No respect
No change
No women
And everyone shits on your name

(chorus)
So you wanna be a rap superstar in the benz
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

(noreaga speaking)
When you sign to a record label
You don't know you sign your life over
And these whiteboys don't care about you
Cuz the minute you fall off
They'll find another noreaga
And they'll find another capone-n-noreaga
And they'll find another b-real
So you need to just keep
Stack your chips up
Do what you gotta do while your hot
And mafuckin get out the game
Stick to the drug game
And the drug game is even worse
Because if someone jerks you
You can shoot em and kill me
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble

(eminem speaking)
No matter what you just been through
Shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people
You gotta be on the up and up
And everything gotta be all good
When you see someone slap hands with em
You know what i'm sayin give em a pound
Or whatever it is
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit

(chorus)

(b-real)
My own son don't know me
Sittin up in the hotel room lonley
But i thank god i'm wit my homies
But sometimes i wish i was back home
But only no radio or videos
Cuz they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on
And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year
And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame
Started gettin ignored
I warned him
Assured him
This ain't easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They talkin evil

(chorus)