[Intro: DJ Muggs]
Yo, this DJ Muggs, I’m out of Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins
This my little homie, Alchemist, holding it down
1st Infantry in the place
Live and direct, L.A. flavor, homie
[Verse 1: B-Real]
My life is stranger than most, bet you couldn’t represent
Just step back, let that cross or get bent back
Hush, nigga, you talk too much
You can get touched with the scope of my pen, your brains mush
Talk loud all you want, I’ll crush you faggot niggas
Best to pass the dutch or we’ll be toe-taggin’ niggas
We roll thick with bricks, flip scripts, connect clips
Stock whips, I run the chance and take old grips
[Chorus: B-Real]
We eating food in the hood with the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up (Bang out)
Thug niggas, they getting money, y’all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up (Bang out), it’s running out (Bang out)
[Verse 2: B-Real]
No cash, we tokin’ grass and talk fast
We clash with the principal so we can all last
You too wack, you’ll get smashed, get cast as weak
Gassed up, shut up, let the master speak
With the freaks in the clubs and the ballers with the bubbs
And them boys with the blunts, rollin’ bud, sippin’ suss
Spit skunk, no dust, with the massive thugs
Give a pound and hug and all my family love
I film shit with the cam’, I know ya feelin’ like jam slam
Bitch, I’m [?] for words, get banned, stand-
Up on your bone, two fucks if I don’t know you
Here we are I gotta, hot chrome the throne
[Chorus: B-Real]
We eating food in the hood with the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up (Bang out)
Thug niggas, they getting money, y’all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up (Bang out), it’s running out (Bang out)
[Verse 3: B-Real]
Money, power, hustle, street life
Doe, stackin’, livin’, cold hard
We, envy, cut throat, die slow
Weed, X, dust (Bang out)
It gets rough on the streets with the alley [?]
Be tough when your back in the corner like me
Or be stomped, I don’t mean to be hard but that’s life
God, if we drive by in the night with the lights off
You got no hope, kick rocks or get shell-shocked
We unload, hit the road, heaters explode
We bump for the love, we live by the gun
We die, don’t cry, it’s just a party for one
Send me off like a warrior, remember my clashes
No casket, you can spread out my ashes
Back where I came from, once the shots rang out
Couple hit the hangout with the killas all (Bang out)
[Chorus: B-Real]
We eating food in the hood with the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up (Bang out)
Thug niggas, they getting money, y’all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up (Bang out), it’s running out (Bang out)
We eating food in the hood with the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up (Bang out)
Thug niggas, they getting money, y’all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up (Bang out), it’s running out (Bang out)
[Interlude: Executive]
You hear me, Al. Al, ya there? Al, listen. I want to have a sit down. There’s a reason why I called this meeting here today. Alright, I can provide a lot of shit for ya, Al, ya hear me? A lot of shit. I-I don’t take everybody to IHOP, ya hear me? You see this lifestyle? It’s-it’s not easy. Waitress, can I get an orange juice? Thank you. Listen, it’s not easy. Let me tell you something, that piece-of-shit clunker you’re pushing outside? That’s nothing, alright. You see that little Corolla out there, baby? You better see the mileage on that baby. I can provide a lot of shit for ya, Al, ya hear me? A lot of shit. I mean you tell me why you’re not doing shit with Eurythmics. You tell me. I can provide that
