Tekst :

This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there
Yeah, eat a bowl of dick up fools!
Do ya wanna get crazy?
Commin atcha in 93 !

Through the car swings
The fireing pins go click
when I duck behind the trash bin
Ran out
of ammo no doubt
my gatt is dry like a fuckin drought
got to make my way home
hit the gate and get my chrome
god damn this song
they got me cornered
lemme just warn ya
I ll pull this trigga make your family mourn ya
Boo-hoo!
where ya gonna run to
when I pull out the scooby do
run
let me break ya off some
hit the floor cuz it aint no fun
but here they come they must wanna get done
No frontin
punk I ll break ya off somethin!

1 2 3 that coppa goes down!
(break em off some)
what the fuck I m rollin
in a mack truck that s stolin
guess what I m holdin
ammmo to bust my load
still I m easin on down
The yellow brick road
Whatta ya know?
A pig in a plain brown wrapper
He wanna bring me down
I ll hit that corna
Lemme just warn ya
I ll bring ya ass down
make ya family mourn ya
21 gun saloot
trying to take my loot
don t make me shoot
I ll hit my blunt
and pass you a load
And punk
let me break ya of something

(break em off some)

I got to roll with the self control
In the green tank
when the shit unfolds
hold up
I got it sewn up
me and my niggas
Are about to blow up
Got the pigs on my tail
What they get
is the hollow point shell
Caught in the sail
Servin my sentence
Got my apprentice
In the hood
But the nigga is senseless
Out on parol
Now the nigga has turned to my fold
Now the punk gotta go
That punk got shady
Woudn t repay me
Let the punk know that ya still can t fade me
Maybe the fucker would stop
But nuthin would stop me
from havin to break em off something
On to the next spot kid

(break em off some)

We ain t havin it yall
Ya know what I m talkin bout
I m about to break your ass of some n!
Commin from a whamm-o

Tekst :

Ain t takin nobody back wit me
It s on to the end anybody
Who wanna get me
Ain t lookin back putting all on the line
Don t give a fuck bring the ruck one time
and I think we should all get
down and busy display the footwork
leave you psinning till you re dizzy
Niggas say who is he
but I know for a fact
the same fool that s watching
is the one who will stab yo back
So make plot patrol nonstop
know exactly who comes on the block
Take no prisoners put that into effect
get the name from your set
Tat it on your neck gotta let
these motherfuckers know who got next
South side Cypress venue out here
Out here catchin wreck
and show your respect
when you step up to me son
Don t immitate cause my style
Ain t in season
go back to the lab
up grade chump get a new
chump on before you get
Dumped on.

(hook)

Melt down, takin you home the unknown
count down, hittin the grown the seed grown
downtown, creepin through alleys the dark night gets lit up
when lightning strikes get up.

2nd verse

Take a ride when lightening strikes city light are gleamin
no sun shine no California dreamin
The demon is roamin on the loose who got juice
suffer abuse when electric currents are induced.
Soul shocker lockin on rock on the brain waves
what you clockin on I m droppin a bomb you get maimed
the games you play look up and say you wanna change
and rearrange its strange you never go that way.
Don t look back forget that you need that
just sit back look at the show you see that.
Display the raw power black out even the score
open the door and break out
leave it alone the unknown fury the blind rage
step aside get fried and make the front page.
Center stage you ask the task to leave quick
or suffer the pain leavin no hope to be fixed
your heart beat pumpin your blood high pressure
look at you stuck in the mud bring in the stretcher
strapped down ready to roll to God knows
tears coming down of buckets of rain slow.

(hook)

Melt down, takin you home the unknown
count down, hittin the grown the seed grown
downtown, creepin through alleys the dark night gets lit up
when lightning strikes get up.

Tekst :

[B-Real]
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters
Your style s trash: don t litter
You got the jitters the hardhitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now
There ain t no use for you beggin to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can t cut it
You wack, but it s - no use your mouth shut it
Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade;
they get played for a minute
then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!

[Chorus: B-Real]

You re in the game called life, son - how you re livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul s lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they ll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife

[B-Real]
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It s gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That s when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I m runnin real with it
Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more
hardcore shit that s why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it
You can t figure out the formula so you re stealin it
Can t stand unoriginal cats with minimal
skills that s criminal - you fake bitches!
You re lookin for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breakin with your weak blatter
Pissin on yourself it don t matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn t hesitate
to put you away, close the gates now you re locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate
But they can t match the aura, can t impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path
You can t help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, (?) of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I m comin real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G s and the highlife

[B-Real]
The highlife - hah, hah
The highlife yeah

[Chorus]

And you will live on,
Our hearts will beat stronger
as we remain as one
We will last just a little while longer
And as we pull ourselves together,
we cant help but be torn apart
We always have each other
just like it was from the start


When five becomes four
and four becomes one
Your not just passing...

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Nikt...

Verse 1
Only last June when her old man ran away
She couldn t stop crying cause she knew he was gone to stay
10:35 on a lonely Friday night
She was standing by the fire and ooh she was looking no right

B...

I ll always remember the first time I saw him
Up in the saddle alone
Riding that pony and racin the wind
Wherever it would blow
Each night I d pray
For one more day
But his soul was wild and free

The weight of my words

There are very many things
I would like to say to you
But I ve lost my way
And I ve lost my words

There are very many places
I would like to go
But I can t find the key
To open my door

The weight of my words...

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