Say what?

[Sen Dog]
I be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer
Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers
Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams
Cypress, Assassins, SX, latin thug thing
Fools think they get bad, I ain't really with that 
Flavour of the month, bro, (?) try to dispatch
Always got the good badge, take it to the head
Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
Don't trip, get a grip, be strong and don't fake it
Or else you get beat down, an' stripped butt-naked
I just kick the lyric, straight from the spirit
You can tell I got soul first time as you hear it

[Chorus] 2x
Welcome to the show, all come inside
You can hear proper sound when it's Amplified
You wanna party with the best and say "fuck the rest"
'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less

[B-Real]
When you deal with the Hill, keep your mouth still
If you rely on your skill then rely on your steel
If you have no ideal, or any thoughts to feel
What you sought was real, to give 'em slots to fill
Busters stop to deal
But I face them, quicker than takin' a box of pills
Now you gots to chill
Get cops and sheilds, steady, hark the (?)
If they're lookin' for prey, ready to stalk and kill
As I lock the wheel, don't you mock the drill
'Cos I'll cock my steel, make you drop and spill
Got no mercy unless you talk to deal
Quit talk and kneel, you won't top my will, bitch!

[Chorus] 2x

Say what?

[Sen Dog]
Ain't no-body better, on that you can bet   (CY-PRESS!)
Wanna see a dope show? Put your money on my set
Real emcees and real DJs
Real South-siders from the heart of LA
Now, back in the day we had big sucess
And it's like that now and we won't settle for less
You can beat the LB from the new latin lingo
Nowadays you nothin', without a hit single
Time to get loco, and put bodies in motion
Hit the stage in a rage, and start up a commotion
No I ain't jokin, see my mic smokin'?
I slam it like the art and make sure it's broken

[Chorus] 2x

Y'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!

[Redman]
Cypress Hill!
All my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It aint no need to fight
We may squeeze too tight, you gonna bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with sharp (?) off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the bomb
Home-grown, thick, dirty 
My family few dudes who pack tools on survey
Jersey and house 
Gun like an elephants mouth 
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole team'll get bombarded
Ya on target, and bonged by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
I won't leave till the job is done
Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a (?) with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck, we living up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

[Method Man]
Yo, yo, yo
Blunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed like Shimmy Coaling
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'
If the shoes fit like Alan (?) did
(?) Yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat
My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave the rappers nerve shocked
Now who's hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks 
Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, lets be realer

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Take the back seat and smash beats 
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flex ya brain cells like athletes
When a track meets the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With a foot long (?) bong, look your collapsing, sicko
Thincho, on the brink of mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley
You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten 
Star stricken, clock clickin', stop shittin'
Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one (ha!)
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off

[Chorus] 2x

Lalalala-lala-lalala
Lalalala-lala-lalala
Lalalala-lala-lalala
Lalalala-lala-lalala

[B-Real]
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid
Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin
Psychodelic visions would ensue
My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate
But I ??? ???, all that distorted shit brought it up
I came short and couldn't afford to store it up
So I began to record it on audio
The autobiography of Luis Mario
Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable
That half the shit I set out to do was achievable
But alas, look at all the shit come to pass
While we remained strong, others broke like glass
Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother
Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover:
This side up, for the celebrity
Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity
Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt
But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt
I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace, 
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis

[Chorus] 2x
(Lalalala-lala-lalala)
I got my 9mm at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

[B-Real]
You know me and you've grown with me
And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me
I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me
I'm hangin out with the people as my posse
Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions
Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension
People turn around when you become a star it seems
But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams
They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong
When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your 
songs
Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye?
You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life?
Take a deep one, and peep son
Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run
You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son
You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
You know they smile in your face, 
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain't safe
Cos you know you're just dead-weight
But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some 
reason
But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season
Charged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never
The ????, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever
So think about that, is it worth the pain?
When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain
But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:
It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded

[Chorus] 2x
You know they smile in your face
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain't safe
Cos you know you're just dead-weight

As I sit in my silver sack thinking about way back
Even before I started blazing the chronic sack
I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid
Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did
I was at unimpressionable age through a faze
An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage
Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds
Hanging over my head being wicked and loud
And sometimes those demons haunt me and taunt me
Follow me pursue me confuse me they want me
They come at me from all angles and dangles
Memories in front of me, but I wont run away
I put the gun away but sometimes my hand ditches
But I don't want to get locked away cause I whack bitches
I left those ways back in the old days
So go away I don't got no time to throw away
 
[Chorus] 
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay
alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)
 
I got my education on the streets
And I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats
To say whatever I went through or going through
Tripping off people who acting like they been up with you
Learn how some of these record companies beholding you
Attaching an image in the end controlling you 
But we set out to set ourselves apart
And let these people know just what they had from the start
It's like Ghostface said we studied our art form
We turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm
People slept on me and doubted my skill level
But I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level
You been introduced to some of the real rebels
Injected with venom from god to kill devils
 
[Chorus] 2x
 
I remember my days as youth
Teenage gangster with something to brew
See man amuse and we creep and we strew
Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew
Just -- having fun but you crazy kids
Never thought about no prison beds
Got gang-sters twenty-five and alive
Never see the kids all fucking wild
But that's the game and shit don't change
Get respect for smoking brains
You get a name and you build your rep
You courting fools coming in your set
Before you know we're having fun
Slamming doping and packing gun
Leaving mad traces and blasting their faces
Got a hundred years for all my fucking cases
 
[Chorus] 2x

[B-Real]
You know, there are times when, you run out of weed 
There's no one you can call 
But at last there is one person you can call - Weed Man 

[B-Real]
I've had drop dates with no weed to smoke 
No roaches, no nothin' when I need to toke 
Damn, where can I find some shit to puff on 
damn I need the kye cause it's gettin' tough on me (me) 
Cause I'm a lumberjack and tree's 
get chopped up and packed up and sold to D 
Bolo's are free, did you hold one fee? 
Herchers for the herbics no waterin' the seeds 
Some of your friends just really see me 
cause sussin' this, losin' no GHC 
The pigs always wanna PH me, my gush hits harder than some GHB 
But some of these swine wanna hit off mine 
I just sit back, recline, and never waste time 
I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man 
Call me and all inhale- "The Weed Man" 

[Chorus]
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! 

[B-Real]
You can always call me all day, all light 
Service with a smile, make you feel all right (yeah!) 
From college-heads, co-ex and dreadlocks 
lawyers, teachers, doctors buy my stock 
So many call on me for what I got 
So many try to compete to take my spot 
Caked out, how many dimes dropped? 
How many times I lost one of my plots? 
The competiton was to knock me out 
The D.E.A. want to lock me out 
Broke in my home tryin' to sock me out 
But the true blue stoners never locked me out 
I'm easy to find, call me whenever 
You need some green and I'll make you feel better 
I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man 
Call me and inhale - "The Weed Man" 

[Chorus]
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! 

[B-Real]
I'm the most well-loved, bringin' the bud 
Stickin' the club up, everybody ridin' my nuts 
What? You say you want credit? You must be high 
There's no free rides on my supply 
Unless you're one of my friends you need no ends 
just sit back and wait for the joint to begin 
But if you know someone in need of this weed leaf 
You can take my number down and beep me 
I'll hook you up if you look me up 
Just don't give my number to a rookie huh! 
Then I'll cut you off and brush you off 
Never trust you and won't dicuss your loss 
I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man 
Call me and inhale - "The Weed Man" 

[Chorus]
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man 
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! 

[B-Real]
There it is motherfuckers, you run out of weed 
Call somebody like me and I'll hook you up 
No stems, no seeds and things that you don't need 
That's right! I'm the Weed Man 
Don't trip I got gush, for a high price hoe... 

[Chorus] 2x
You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

[B-Real]
'91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed
Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan
So we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN! *echoes*)
That was about the time we was openin' up for ?loyalty?
Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party

'92 (*echoes*) a year later, 'bout a million records sold
From doin' shows like Lollapalooza on the road
Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom
Takin' pictures for High Times, three months (?)
Chillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weed
But it was time to hit the studio for another LP

'93 (*echoes*) Black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim
Had a monster hit from Insane In The Brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot
It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it
in rap music, but it was a feat none the less
So we started gettin paid and I stopped smokin' STRESS!

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
'94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block
called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked
How could all this happen at 24 years of age?
Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage

'95 (*echoes*) I was alive and survived so far  (*"(Rap) Superstar" 
xylophone*)
Still tryin' to cope with bein' a Rap Star
'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo
With confusin,("I'm havin' Illusions") pain, and (?) illusions
But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (yeah)
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution

'96 (*echoes*) wit' no support we were still makin' moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves
But like every legend every click, someone had to split
So the Dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies
but the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
'97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew
The Dog came back home (*barking*) but after Smokin' Grooves 2
Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu
This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo
Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms

'98 (*echoes*) was kinda great, cos it felt just like before
We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV
But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall
'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all
We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen
and the old chemistry, just reared it's head again

'99 (*echoes*) I got to recline, because there was no doubt
That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out
'99 was even better than the year of '98
and Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate

TWO-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records sold
They broke the mould, but there's others along the road
But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis
Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! (*Echoes*) Goddamn, who knows what's in store?
Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never ben outdated

[B-Real]

We ain't goin out, motherfucker (That's right, FUCK that!)
You don't know (?)              ((?) time Cypress Hill)
                                (Motherfuckin' renovaters up here)

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
(It's the REEEEAAAAL!)
Nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga  
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga
nigga
CYPRESS, nigga!
Yeah!

[MC Ren]
Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is
MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch nigga
Yeah, all y'all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit
We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this (*gun being loaded*)
Punk ass niggas out here, nigga
We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker (*gun is cocked*)
(*GUNSHOT*)

[MC Ren]
Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs
While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb 
Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold 
And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?)
Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah)
Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust
And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed
Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us 
Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like The Hubble
Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits
Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits 

[Chorus]
All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!) 
Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)
Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)
All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor  (Killers!)

[King Tee]
I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing
Blown out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names
It's less strain 
It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right) 
I might sound funny out here 
But really, niggas get money out here 
And hey, everyday is sunny out here
So listen, don't play dummy out here
King try for bust make your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns
Fat ones, all cold and black ones 
Southland Killin', it's just how that's done 

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog & B-Real]
You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill
but when your shit (?) is when die on the Hill
We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel
When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
[Sen Dog] BUSTERS GET SLAYED...!

[B-Real]
...when you fuck around with Real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes)
You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows
Just goes to show the incredible skill tell
Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well
Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG

[Sen Dog]
Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los Angeles
Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me
If you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY!

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
Yeah Bitch, Dogpound and Cypress
You Fuckers what you think about that
B wizzle You know it, my chizzle&
&
Yeah with Muggs
What it is &. Sen Dog!
Get it real Gangsta!

[B-Real]
Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on
Before things start to happen and I lose my calm,
Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah),
Smoking on a Kush Weed, not ginving a Fuck,
Rhyme Flow, Mack-o-hoes,?& Stack dough!
But niggas wanna do Shit to make me reexoed, so&
Insane in the Brain, let it rain on a bitch nigga
Haning on my chain cuz you runnin into &. a rich nigga
You can t feel me without the br..ill
I m like that Shit that will catch you without the yale ???
Make busters pay & cuz they see too much
*But really all they want was just me and Kurupt*

[Chorus] 4x
Here is something you can t understand
How I Could just kill a Man

[Kurupt]
Penetentionaries stop for centuries
They got to be real like me and B-Real
See you shot, you rhyme but we kill
Concentrate unload an on Steal
Tippin ya head up Nigga, yes we will
Riding on nigga that when the ma... spilled
Pistols launch up and travel like & animals& and &
What you gonna get, nigga? &.
I seek the hot girls, so struck by
Get em up drive by,
Watch em gone drive by
Yeah paranoid,
we drive by
till we die
You Nigga s really don t know Shit,
I treat niggas like hoes with they silly long g*

[Hook] 2x
Here is something that they just don t get
I don t Give A Fuck Nigga, nigga I don t give a Shit
Here is something that they just know
Back/Crack to Fo, dipping through the back door

[B-Real]
This is a dope blast
Cos I ain t finished,
We re like a pack of *panorama* 
In Your *Soul Assessino*
Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama
East side niggas,
Do you wanna die,
Hitting Switches in the Cadillac
Getting thru real high, coz we live this & this
B really fast&&

[Sen Dog]
I m ignoring all this dumb shit
Cuz these vatos can t hang 
With the maddog I m here with that thang
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business
Stop Pop, and drop all of you
Withness Glock slug and unlock
if you listen Buck shots,
hardstop up his snitches
That s what you get when you fuck with the real
Hardcore Nigga said: Pack That Steel

[Chorus] 4x

[Hook] 2x

[B-Real]
It's been a while now
Been around the block many miles 
Many faces, many places 
that I found ?friend's? traces
Where I spend time, places where my roam
Places I can call home
Places I can get stoned
I just wanna be alone
When I'm feelin' in my zone
People want to knock me down
'cos they never have their own
They won't get the best of me
But they try hopelessly 
Why you wanna fuck wit' me?
I'm not, what you s'posed to be?
You could not give a DAMN
Coulda just Killed A Man
Sawed off in my hand
But I had to kill the plan
Think I've found my piece of mind
Feet planted on the ground
I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself 
It all goes around me and others who would down me
Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me, 
I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!

[Chorus] 2x
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!
You want trouble, c'mon, 
You want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon
You want trouble?

[Sen Dog]
Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time
Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind
Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter  
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen
Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned
A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn 
I try to put it to you (?) so you bitches can learn 
That no-body get tired when it's time to burn
With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled
In to actually believin' that some shit is cool 
Take the blinders off and go look for yourself
Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else
I'm down for myself, I back up myself 
Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!

[Chorus] 2x

[B-Real] Nooooo!

[B-Real]
Look, the wall's closin' in 
and my shoe's wearin' thin
Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend
Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same
Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain"
But I know I haven't changed
So I brush you to the side 
Trouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside
'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out
Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out
Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk
If you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump
I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise
I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise
I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there
You can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)

[Chorus] 2x

[Chorus] 4x
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!
[You want trouble right now? C'mon
You want trouble right now? C'mon]

[B-Real] 4x 
You want trouble, c'mon 
You want trouble?

[B-Real]
I remember times I hustle, times I struggle
Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle
People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too
People who I thought were down, and see true
But I blame me too 'cos it's a  Chronicle 
My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles 
In front of me, my own self to blame
But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame 
It's a worthless game, but if you're willing to play
There's sharks in the water who are, willing to pay 
The price of your soul, but if you give it away
You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay 
It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it
So then you'd better fuck around and learn the art of it
Don't walk through life with your blinders on
'Cos you'll keep goin' crazy 'til your mind is gone

[Chorus] 2x
It Ain't Easy,
but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me
I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy
How many times, must you decieve me?

[Sen Dog]
I been around for many days, of musical mainstays
Cypress, is Worldwide and we like it that way
You can't fade-ER, or compare TO
The Original Pyscho-Baiter 
Got the next rhyme and we'll check you all later 
Can't nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders
Heard it all before and I don't need no more 
Advice on the game and how to kick hardcore
Played the game out here with the best
Toured around the world and got big respect 
Now, what's (?) all with this year 2000's?  
We puttin the Smackdown and we ain't clownin'
Not many have lasted
Since we first blasted
Up on the scene, singin' about the dream
Recruitin' for our team, niggas know what I mean
?Damn?, you defy, when you live or die

[Chorus] 2x

[B Real]
Times I hated, times I waited
Times I went by where I was drunk and faded
They said I wouldn't make it, but where are those people now?
Still hatin', creatin' all the evil now
Your insecurties are showin', exposin' you 
You're trippin' on me and showin' emotions too
Don't you spend your life full of envy, it's deadly
Heed me, as I spit the venom believe me

[Sen Dog]
I keep my guard up, and always let you see my rage
I get pissed, like a pitbull in a cage  (*barking*)
Not that many can deal with the fury
Attack and ransack and kill in a hurry
I kill and observe and go in an instant
I bring the pain like the ?Rampark? Prison  
I kept it right for the brother to the ?Chullo?
Something I bump when your gates in the (?)

[Chorus]

It Ain't Easy,
but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me
I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy
How many times, must you decieve me?
It Ain't Easy,
but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me
I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy
It Ain't Easy, yo, It Ain't Easy

[Shag]
Gimmie that beat, bitch!  (vocal sample: "We Are At War")
Ding Ding Muthafucka
It's round two
I got my nuts and my denim, fool
You think we gonan bow down to some punk ass niggaz
We from the evil side, boy

Chorus: B-Real  [Shag]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]

[B-Real]
In about four seconds some east side niggaz
Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas

[B-Real's verse]
It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you hoes
With "No Vaseline"
You could be the big fish
Bring your drama
Fuck your mama
I'll bring the pack of piranhas
You tried to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video
You get addicted
You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice Cube is a thing of the past
If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass
You're the King of punks
King of busters
King of thieves
Now get down of your fuckin' knees  (Shag: Bow Down)
Start to sucking

You try to remake NWA without Dre and Ren
Dub's cool
But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10
Silly little philly
 I'm back tearing'
Can you really see my machine gun turrets?
Open and aimed at your fat little frame
How can I miss?
I'll twist your cap and take your name
Analyze it
My name should be Mack 11
 I'm a higher caliber MC
There's no question
Anytime you wann run up
You get dealt with
You get melted
"Check Yo' self" (bitch check it)
Ice Cube, you better tell'em  (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best songs on your third album (biatch!)
Shag (spoken):
You and Wack 10
Can't deal with this
Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest
Fuck y'all
So what'cha wanna do?
Bring it on, nigga
This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family
Shag's verse:
Mack 10 is a bitch
Suckin' Ice Cube's dick
But what you faggets know about some gangsta shit  (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's take it to the streets
And fight like real g's
What you niggaz wanna do?
You can't fuck with these
Ain't never had a strap
Now you wanna gangsta rap
Come can't to your hood
'Cause you're scared to get jacked
Fuck peace, this is war
Everybody on the floor
When I see your fat ass
I'm takin' one to your jaw
Fuck you
Fuck your mama
Fuck your whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're down wit'
Unoriginal
Can't stand bitch made niggaz
Ice Cube, youse an actor
Not a muthafuckin' killa
What neighborhood you from?
What don't you ever done?
When the shit goes down
You the first one to run
Everytime you talk
Got a mouth full of drama
Only missing you done
Is going to church wit'cha mama
B-Real's verse:
You got the Real-a
Swingi' of fmy nuts
Cube Killa
Break yourself niga, huh!
Give a lick-a
You ain't a killa
You a busta
Muthafucka
Bitch made niggaz
I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's nuts
Now he's all in your guts
You wannabe like him
But you got no skills
If he's the king
You must be the queen of the Hill
 But I shank the Cube's fat neck
'Cause "A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no respect
No doubt
Westside Connections means
Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth  (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down wit' my clique
Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my dick
But yours is best get a blood test for your kid
Only bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you hang
With real g niggaz
Bring your clique on
You wanna scrap
So let's get it on  (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
Mack 10
I gibe you a year
I guarantee
You'll realize that you're getting' fucked
And you'll run to me
You pretty little trick
You look real sweet  (Mmmm!)
I should make you one of my hoes like
Cube was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullshit
Actor, studio gangsta
You should win an award
For most outstanding wax banger
Fuck what you been through
What you're going through
East Side family, nigga
What you wanna do? 

[Shag]
Eastside!
That's right nigga!
East muthafuckin' side
'Til' we die, nigga!
Fuck all you punk ass niggaz!
Cube 187
Mack 10 187
Any other unk ass nigga
Who wanna take this beat
187
We hit niggaz up like that
We bicoastal, nigga
Cypress Hill family
Niggaz better recognize
We here to chastise
Nigga, hoo bangin'
That's how we hoo ride nigga
No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz
East coast nigga, West coast
We don't give a fuck
Talk shit get shot, nigga
That's how we feel, nigga
Niggaz get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew nigga
I represent muthafucka
How does that sound nigga
Cypress Hill Family
They're gonna fuck all ya'll biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the fuck out man…)
(Cypress Hill sample: here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man...)

Chorus 
So you wanna be a rap superstar, and live large 
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge 
Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body 
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly 

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up 
Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up 
The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys 
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me 
It's funny how impossible dreams manifest 
And the games that be comin with it 
Nevertheless 
You got to go for the gusto but you dont know 
About the blood, sweat and tears 
And losing some of your fears 
And losing some of yourself to the years past, 
Gone by 
Hopefully it dont manifest 
For the wrong guy 
Egomaniac and the brainiac 
Dont know how to act 
48 tracks 
Studio gangster, mack, 
Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil 
But never will til he crosses over 
Still filling your head with fantasies 
Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese 

You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz 
And take shit from people who dont know what it is 
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high 
And some can’t pay the way 
Still trapped in what you rapping about 
Tell me what happened when you lost 
The route you took started collapsing 
No fans no fame no respect no change no women 
And everybody shittin on your name 

Chorus (2x) 

You ever have big dreams of making real cream 
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main 
And you wanna look shanty 
In the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly 
You wanna have big fame, let me explain 
What happends to these stars and their big brains 
First they get played like all damn day 
Long as you sell everything will be ok 
Then you get dissed by the media and fans 
Things never stay the same way they began 
I heard that some never give full to the fullest 
That's while fools end up dining on the bullet 
Think everything's fine in the big time 
See me in my Lex with chrome raised high 
So you wanna roll far 
And live large 
It aint all that goes with bein a rock star 

Chorus (2x) 

My own son dont know me 
I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely 
But I thank God I'm with my homies 
But sometimes I wish I was back home 
But only no radio or video didnt show me 
No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly 
So the record gets pushed by Sony 
I'm in the middle like mony 
And the press say that my own people disown me 
And the best way back 
Is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium 
They're too worried about them honies at the Paladium (a venu in LA) 
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on 
Go on, fall off, the ho's roll on 
Til the next rap superstar 
With no shame 
Give em a year, he'll be right out the game 
The same as the last one who came before him 
Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him 
Assured him, this aint easy take it from Weezy 
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise) 

(whispered) Assassins, assassins 

Chorus (2x) 

[Intro:]
Can I make money motherfucker? (Yeah)
Is that alright wit'chu? (No doubt)
Can I travel? (Word, Skull & Bones)
Can I have a nice motherfuckin car? (Hell yeah)
Thank you (KnowhatI'msayin)

[Hook]
Can I live? (Yeah)
Can I live - can I live?
Can I live - can I live? (Yeah)
Can I live - can I live?
Can I liiivve?

[B Real]
Can I live, who willin to give me applause?
Half note, gotta get mine and open the doors
I want a FAT crib, on the hill, after my cause
I need a fine woman, cuz I ain't fuckin wit yours
Can I live? I wanna take care of my fam
All the haters can't bait us, they don't know who I am
You gonna learn soon baby, when my heat'll expand
When I slay suckers everytime, I foil the plan
Can I live? Why not? I'm makin it hot
Like the rubber gets when I start rockin the spot
DAMN! She gotta have it in the parkin lot
Better come get her cuz she's still in my knot
Can I live? Get your hand out of my pockets
I'm buck-nutty, tear your arms out of the sockets
People wanna talk no matter how much I rock it
Pull my dick out, run about for niggas who jock it
Can I live? -- Can I live?   [4x]

[Hook]

[Sen-Dog]
Can I live? Livin life under the scope
Tryin to hang with the leader, let me give you a rope
All them Mexicali niggas always lookin for hope
After one turns, bitch-niggas learn not to coke
Can I live without any battles to face?
Hell no, I gotta war when there's paper to chase
The story for the glory's never without a race
I'm like an animal huntin blood, I need a taste
Can I live? Critics never leave me alone
In my hood, I was always taught to go for the dome
I'm the Dog never show you where I bury my bones
Take your title then I leave your ass without a throne
Can I live, how come you don't show me your love?
Gotta catch yo' ass slippin like I'm wearin a glove
Suckers wanna push me and I'll give 'em a shove
Cuz busters always act brave up in the club

[BR] Can I live -- Can I live?  [4x]

[Hook]

Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na

[B Real]
Can I live? I know you won't give me the freedom
Cuz your kids coem, but you don't want me to lead 'em
When I spit words for refrain people will heed 'em
Wanna find ways to shut me up and get me to eat 'em

[Sen-Dog]
Can I live, is it an impossible mission?
I break it down for all those who ain't seein my vision
All you suckers gotta live with, every descision
You a train wreck, comin up on the collision

[B Real]
Can I live? Basically I'm tired of thangs
You wanna walk around talkin, tryna fuck up my name
But when the scandal comes though you can't handle the shame
When you see me, know your thinkin how to explain

[Sen-Dog]
Can I live? I bring yo' ass over the hump
We tryna get money so we can be livin like Trump
You can't slap that cuz you fall into a slump
Don't test me I still got my Hand on the Pump!!

[Hook] 2x {*second hook w/ B Real in background*}

Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na

[Repeat]

[B-Real]
On the high seas, it's the pirate
With the musket
At'cha head, and I'll fire it
"It's the return of the Red Beard!"
And Polly don't want a cracka'
I'm gonna make you back up
With the wind in the sail
Destination on to the temple
Where the boom lies in the ?bin full?
Outlaws ridin' beside me
I see a ship on the horizon
Comin' up, and I'm realizin'
It's time for another uprisin'
I'm manin' this attack by suprise n'
"Avast mates, fire up the cannon"
Right on the enemy's vessel it's landin'!
Look at all these ships sinkin' low, and goin' down
With the captain, that's goin' under
Let no man put us under
When me and my ship's rollin' like thunder

[Hook] 4x
Ghost rida'
On the seven seas fiya'
Pump that cannon when the flames get higha'

I'm still on the high seas
Smellin' that salt of the ocean breeze
Feelin' that heat of the sun on my face with a 'Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum'
When you see my flag in the distance
You better run and call for assistance
"Cuz we're comin' on the pillage,
Killin' all the men, and takin' all the gold and the riches in the village"
"Pull up the anchor! Swap with the bounty!"
Headin' for the east where my enemies hound me
They wanna hang me for high treason and chivalry
And for many other reasons
Wanted dead, and a handsome reward for any motherfucker who delivers my head
"Shiver me timbers!"
I'll burn your bloody ass to a cinder
So all you motherfuckers remember

[Hook]

[Sen Dog]
Think of the many moons I been away from home
On the seven seas or wherever I roam
Black Beard takin' you down to the galley
How does it feel with my sword in your belly
You can face the cold shank
Or get ?blind funk it? when I'm makin' you walk the plank
Standin' over the edge in the dark

[B-Real]
"Feed his bloody ass to the God damn sharks!"

[Sen Dog]
The sound of a neck bone snappin' is what'cha in fo'
When ya on ya way to the sea flo'

[B-Real]
"Sixteen men on a dead man's chest"

[Sen Dog]
I killed them fools and I'll kill the rest

[B-Real]
"I am what I am!"

[Sen Dog]
And I'm not a land lubba'
When ya hear the musket, you all take cova'

[B-Real]
"Fire one, fire two, fire three!
Don't ever forget about me!"

[Sen Dog]
'Cause I'm the ghost rider' on the storm
Keepin' the cannons warm

[Hook]

We gonna get you high (whispered in background 6 times)
Let's get high (whispered in background 2 times)

[B-Real]
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you got endo, hold your breath
Spittin on the track with Red and Meth
Holdin up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin assassin from Cypress Hill
We think she's just resonated?
Fillin my brain with temperated(??)
When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
Chillin at the rainbow high and faded
You saving that bump(??), then isolate it

[Method Man]
Is there a Doctor in the house?
We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
Lemme show you what a thug about
We can talk or we can slug it out
Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin hot, exciting
Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shalotone(????) with ankles in ya both
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother

[Chorus]
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
You think this is hot, you're thinking right
Hell yea
You think this is hot, you're thinking right
Hell yea

[Cypress Hill]
Yea, send all, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down lets toss them up
Soul assasins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
Get tus vatos all fucked up
And sing along to my get high song
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong

[Redman]
Yo, call me that Doctor
P-Funk or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
This is my brain on drugs
Move out my way cuz, cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump shotgun
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand in the world
Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
Don't shoot nobody
What you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Strap a bomb to your mouth
Till you wired up
Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
And said “Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on?”
I said “Hey motherfucker, why do you want some?”
Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga want to die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight.. BITCH!

[Chorus] 2x

[Kokane]
People are so, so greedy
Tired of fake homies, homies, homies
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something

[Hook]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo woman take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[Sen Dogg]
It's a motherfucker man, they all greedy
You get cho' head put out for shit that you don't need
Some fools baller status just ain't enough
There's always some other nigga out there that got it mo' plush
You don't gotta be a rich man to be content
Some niggas got it all but don't know where the good times went
The quality of life can only be enhanced
When ya trust other motherfuckers and uh give em' a chance
Don't mistake my kindness as a weakness
Cause I work out my mental as well as my physical fitness
I've seen a lot of fools get caught up in this greed business
All it gets you is on everybody's shit list
Greed is like a disease, something sort of psychologic
Once ya take the gun ho ain't no way to ever stop it

[Hook]

[B-Real]
How many faces of greed have you seen
That would make a good man fall and a woman plot and scheme
Even a homie on ya team is suspect
When it comes to money and power an all you expect
They try to put their hands in ya pockets with out chu' lookin'
But when I find you out ya whole world's shookin'
And they're relentless, the quest for the ends is endless
You lose yo senses and you get beatin' senseless
But there's others you can't do nothin' about
Cause they're on a higher level and they hold too much clout
But in time, in the end they'll pay
When they're standin' before the man on Judgement Day
Standin' there but what excuse can you give
You reduced to shit because you refuse to give

[Hook]

[Kokane]
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something

[B-Real]
I traveled many miles above the dark road ahead of me
Obstacles in front of me but I kept movin' steadily
Enemies wanted to face off, grip the fingers threaten me
But I ain't goin' out grip and sit firm and readily
I'm a child of the wild west keepin' you guessin' constantly
Usin' this lumen and y'all don't know how to respond to me
It's simple, keep ya mouth shut I don't care what ya want from me
Pump up the volume so ya eardrums are rattlin'

[Hook] 2x
Hurt em' then I murdered them
Think that's competition cause I've never heard of him
I hurt em' then I murder them
If they come runnin' up I make them hurt again

[B-Real]
Your rhymeness and blindness, just find out who was rhymeless
The shit weighs out in a month, the loss goes on timeless
Ya rolled into crimeless, aggravated and shineless
I designed this for the lost who need to find this
The blind baby and maybe you need someone to lead you
Stop actin' like an infant, I'm tired of force feedin' you
You can't keep runnin' from the destiny that's meetin' you
It's your own soul, your own ghost that keeps beatin' you

[Hook] 2x

[Sen Dogg]
Pump up the volume so ya eardrums are rattlin'
This is just a warning before I begin battlin'
Unsensible with ya actions with ya tractions
I'm facin' the methodical, serial rhymes in my state
Meets periodical, we're in a hostile, colossal
Situation and it's possible to get from the bust, bust, bust
From penetration, lyrical blows
You cynical hoes are speechless

[Hook]

[Sen Dogg]
The psychological, projectile article missionary
Start to realize what the fuck in speech is scary
It's diabolical, straddle on top of you
When mister rebels spray levels of melodical
With doses of venom, big toke go hypnotic
Go for broke cause if ya lose control ya end up in the hospital
Incomprehensible, unconventional, go go go
From eventual tactics

[Hook] 2x