Come with me sweet innocence I wanna show you sights you've never seen, Keep your eyes wide on this short ride we'll really see what you can be So we
had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'l allergic
rap meal And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own
whoever run the town I got enough clips with me to spit a hundred rounds I'm the father of Christ and y'all are just the son of clowns I don't think that
siglos de grandeza historica no quiero crear polemica si digo que para mi es tragica empezaron robando esclavos de Africa sus nietos hoy son hombres atrapados
gonna get you It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra
s gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra violence running
... He oughta keep his place (He oughta keep his place) Sho'nuff some black motherfuckers in the house (What up, loc?) Alright, where is he? Floyd, what in the sam hill
to squeeze tight To awake neighbors for acres I'd murder you, I'd gauge and have me turn into a mad man Son of Sam bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic
kinds of matches I once met this old wise man on a hill He never gave his Uncle Sam a damn dollar bill I said are you afraid to die He said son what you
Sam we'll pay him off You can catch a ride when you get to the black-top road Don't forget the coffee Billy Joe" Me and Quentin went back on the hill
below, I thank my niggaz And tommy hill can't help me figure a damn thang Less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine I had got to the same conclusion that uncle sam
Yo, yo c?mon son Yo, they killin' 'em out there, son They dyin' out there, son, word up Yo they killin' us, son, I?m tellin' you Y?all niggas c?mon that
's gonna get you It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun, son of a bitch, getting paid getting rich Ultra
gonna getchya, it's gonna getchya It's gonna getchya, girl, it's gonna getchya Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun, son of a bitch Getting
, yeah, ebb and flow Take everything, take all of it Just take me for what I am I'm the brother of the mother Of the father of the son of Sam I believe
INTRO [Kardinal Offishall] Murderer, yeah Kardinal Offishall, yeah FOS crew, yeah The Circle, yeah Capitol Hill, yeah yeah This is how it go, on and on
