self-defense, he killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them, they was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside
, low rider Low rider, low rider Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy We some real
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
Fatal Attraction I am, that nigga for real Per capita smacking the next rapper that uses the term "swag" or thereafter These three assassins get to ass
hello to my little friend, posa caso Tato, now that's all she wrote Muthafuckas think I fell for the okie doke But you can quote me loke, 'cuz the joke's on you Soul Assassins
stage lookin ragidy takin mine i say no words i play it cool then intoduce tech n9ne and if you niggas wanna bang its all jesus aint nothin but a thing real
and hate me, hater Hack ya hard drive and erase the data 'Til I come face to face with my creator Bust back, bottom line, Bourne Ultimatum I'm too smart to assassinate
days, closed curtains Tryin' to change from my past ways, I'm soul searchin' Diggin' deep, tryin' to feel within', it's real ill Takin' time just to chill with friends
Ya'll niggaz know one thing out there This rap game is just like the dope game P told ya watch yo friends, but I'm telling ya to umm [Chorus x2] Watch
Wahoo, guess who's back? Mommy, we're home Say hello to my little friends DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill Everybody, put your hands where my eyes
I'm wishin' that He could just come Yet this Nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin' Real quick like a serial killa mon' straight from that cell for real
, closed curtains Tryin to change from my past ways, I'm soul searchin Diggin deep, tryin to feel within, it's real ill Takin time just to chill with friends
streets of Baghdad at dawn To find the real solution I'd bear my soul for the people to read I'd make my secrets known I'd rather really be assassinated
make me burst and brawl Image is nothin you frontin see the thirst in ya'll Think its fucked up now it get worst for ya'll Assassinate your best friend
on doin' the things you are doin', don't wanna do it (Don't do it) Yo, I'm tired of these niggaz in this industry Procrastinate to assassinate me, what
goes (zu zu zu zu) Be real or be phony, moni, macaroni (zu zu zu zu) Chillin, not real to the grain (zu zu zu zu) We keep it real, family (zu zu zu zu
it Even though everybody and their mom's is 'bout it, 'bout it Our concerts crowded, crowding used to be down But now you doubt it You fuckin' playa hatin' cowards! We real
on Jive But I represent emcees now out in Yeah, no doubt, I be kurupt the raw dog and I'm droppin' Every emcee from here to Compton Raw dog, assassin