Well I'm an alley cat  some say a dirty rat
 On my side you see my gat  see I'm all of that
 Sendin off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha
 Running hard  but I'm still coming to getcha
 Thinking like a peace smoke  comin on a homicide
 You talkin shit  try to take me for a ride
 I'm not a bad guy  but I'm the funky feel one
 Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
 Lettin out a bullet  this is going boo-yaa
 You're stuck in my so hood, so what ya gonna do now?
 Being the hunted one is no fun
 Here I come son, yo I think you better run
 Better run more, and move a little faster
 Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
 With my

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 Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
 Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]
 Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn't jump]
 Lala la la lala la laaaaa...

 Verse Two

 Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program
 Ain't takin shit from you him or no man
 Master mind maniac and a menace soooo
 How they want to pass sentence
 All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
 He missed, so now the nigga's pissed
 Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
 Your fuckin car to get pulled, now
 I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
 And I'm handin out beatdowns
 I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
 And I'm handin out beatdowns [get your face down!]
 Put me in chains, try to beat my brains
 I can get out, but the grudge remains
 When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna getcha
 Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!

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 Verse Three

 Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
 Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with,
 Cuz I'm the chill one, known to get ill one
 They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one
 Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
 And they got me on lock down
 Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
 And they got me on lock down
 Hit me like a nigga who done lost his mind
 Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
 Some say life is a bitch
 Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
 Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party
 Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
 Lala la la lala la laaa
 Look at all of those funeral cars
 Cause I'ma

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