asses I ain't playin knockin' out at the Williams I'm sayin', what's the sense in delayin'? I'm tryin to run G from the P to the a.m. I saw your little
haters on sight, baby That's right, make room Eastcoast be on fire Westcoast be on fire Down south be on fire, yo (Detroit, Chi-town) Don't stop the song now I
diggin' fo days An' I'm a get ya nigga if I want ya I got a gun you run nigga I'm a pop ya Because I'm broke I need to fill me some ends Give me yo pocket
on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms '98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like before We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV But someone dropped the ball, as I
You rockin' to the sounds of Upside Down 2 Unh Okay, I got sixteen bars Fifteen left comin' Upside down Yeah niggas still on it I don't chase macs I can get it when I
I seen him eating dog food out of a can He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat I barely can stand, on my own two feet I got a bad habit and
dese niggas put a lid on it. I get a hundred a verse, so put a bid on it. Unless you're God or got a Cool Kid on it. Then I might do it for free, Cuz
, me on a crash course To show you that I have the passion that you asked for Floorin' the gas, tryin' a fast forward Fifteen months, I'll see you once
Cuatro Cinco The set up, tryin' on my way to uniform Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong 'Til I hi-jack the sky flyin' on
you keep the rage in 'cause you never made a mil' so we keep it blazin' And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girls But they keep them on the
you, you should leave him 'Coz sista, you don't need him And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em You know it makes me unhappy
Well, come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, wassup nigga? First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West
I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah) I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger You was on ya album cover, finger on tha
's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, tryin' to keep they eye on me But I
ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch To miss me with that hoe shit Cause i'mma get this nigga when he surface And that's on everything I love, I gots
when I'm on the streets and When I'm at a show I see my niggas is defeatin The purpose, no longer am I nervous I told you, you shittin on me, I'm comin