"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities
 of
 the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he  who in the name
 of
 charity and good will  shepherds the weak through the valley of
 darkness
 for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
 And
 I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
 those
 who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. AND YOU WILL KNOW MY
 NAME IS
 THE LORD, WHEN I LAY MY VENGEANCE UPON THEE!"

 [Shots fired]

 Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha
 Burnin' in my bong NOW
 You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees
 You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves
 Move it out, just move it on out, no doubt
 We the number one crew
 Kickin' more gas niggas out the house
 Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother
 'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father

 Take heed to the master's call yes y'all
 (Bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all)
 Bullets fly
 But they don't give a fuck about who dies
 When you're in the middle of the fuckin'
 No question, confrontation
 Nowhere to run from the assassination
 Let the rain come down
 Whoops there goes another body on the ground
 Watch out for G hound
 It's the undisputed Cypress family
 Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilly
 Growin' inside your mind like a tumour
 Spreading in your head like a rumor
 Venomous!
 I'm from the underground, I take care of business
 What the fuck is this?

 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!

 Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors
 Let me get the rope
 And hang 'em 'till their fuckin' necks broke
 Wind passage cut off, now you can't breathe
 Let me give you what you need
 A fat dose of the good weed
 Like a puppet on a string
 I'm the one controlling your ass
 With the rough shit here to bring
 My army grows like the buddha I sold ya
 Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier
 Like the 'coup d'etate'
 Now ya are in the middle of the ambush
 Stuck in your car
 They can't find ya
 At the bottom of the lake
 Let me remind ya
 You better be lookin' behind ya
 It's too late, ain't no one standin' here
 Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear
 Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece
 Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased

 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!

 Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
 Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
 Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
 Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move

 Come on
 Open up the doors for the high funk buddha
 With the light point the dick can die
 Rolling with the six shooter
 Thirty-eight
 Still shootin' real straight
 Lookin' for the buster that I must eliminate
 No surprise
 As the inches demise
 Let the four flow
 As I look him right in the eyes
 And rip these niggas in half
 With the (fabergraph)
 They can't find a path
 I like the aftermath
 Still I reign the sect we remain
 The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up again
 When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain
 Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame

 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!
 Move 'em out! Move 'em on out! Move 'em out!

 "Ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly
 don't want you to see. But it's obvious, isn't it my brother? Get the
 smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don't like