Dust

[Verse 1: B-Real, Sen Dog] As we bust out on the scene like a machine with a team Looking for theme between cracks searching for cream Physical energy can never be lost Never be cleverly read or took on into the search of your own Suckers are looking for treasures and pleasures, endeavors images of plastic Material whenever you're ready and steady, rolling with deadly and friendly Territorial glorious story, I've heard nothing but hate for me Coming from ghetto, the gueros are holding the metal Settle for gas as we passing you by, sticking the pedal Down to the floor and the horror is starting to pour Everything I just threatened your blood, you can't take it no more Why did you try to forget it, I said it to fuck off! Now you'll be headed, said I'm making you try to do laws That's what you get for fronting, I'm hunting 'em all Giving them suckers a push and the fall [Chorus] Got what you want, got what you need, the hardcore Breaking the law, the new seed, yes, they want more Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, we smokin' 420 all day, we ain't joking Serving up none less than the hard stuff Excess of the zes make it sound right Beat it up all you want, it's a damn must Get up in my way, I'll smoke your ass like dust [Verse 2: B-Real, Sen Dog] [?] is loaded with snakes serpents who come and they take Pieces of those who they break bodies are found in the lake Only the victim is passed, you got what you wanted last Pockets are loaded with cash now that you're actually grass Time keeps ticking and slipping away Look at you tricking, I'm sicking its clicking the trigger And so is your place Only the strong will survive, hoping to keep it alive I'll never be denied, watch in who you confide People are out on the prowl looking for those Who obey, dying like these killas defy, so I keep fucking with y'all Join fucking with the pace, you're just a waste in my face Hit you with bass in your case, give you all just a taste Even the lemo, the rebel bringing the metal with treble So many rebels incredible time we battle You're looking for answers, no chances or victory dances Don't give me no glances you'er all through in time no advances [Chorus] Got what you want, got what you need, the hardcore Breaking the law, the new seed, yes, they want more Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, we smokin' 420 all day, we ain't joking Serving up none less than the hard stuff Excess of the zes make it sound right Beat it up all you want, it's a damn must Get up in my way, I'll smoke your ass like dust [Verse 3: B-Real, Sen Dog] Under the heavens with weapons Step in directions of flesh and feeling the heat Of the tension now dissin' and stressin' Life is a battlefield, the gat'll kill, really die Think of how that'll feel, Sen will gladly build up your high And going through changes, the pages keep turning and burning The rage is concerning, the stage is becoming the sermon Searching for harmony, you wanna be balling me But you never get nowhere 'cause I'm killing your whole philosophy Rising like temperature, a signature flow when we just scavengers And wait, your posse watch me, I'm truly tipping ya Must be sipping the liquid to try to get with the sickness Only the hardest will limp in and only the thrill when we get it I'm an assassin of soul, out of control when I roll You better hide in your hole, I got your name on my skull There ain't no running from me, assassins are cunning, you see Blasting at those who obey clashing and lashing the weak! [Chorus] Got what you want, got what you need, the hardcore Breaking the law, the new seed, yes, they want more Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, we smokin' 420 all day, we ain't joking Serving up none less than the hard stuff Excess of the zes make it sound right Beat it up all you want, it's a damn must Get up in my way, I'll smoke your ass like dust