"(Inhales) Break that shit off nigga"

 [B Real]
 Look at all the M.C.'s trying to get down
 But all you get is a peeled back  dome cap
 I'm not the one to be having that shit
 All these punk niggas better bow down and submit
 Niggas don't know how to "keep it real"
 Only if you niggas know the real deal
 Fuck all the bullshit  Cypress Hill
 Comes raining on your brain
 Bringing the blood stains
 Smeared on the sidewalk, one mark dome
 of the prejudice skull, hanging in my home

 "Straight to you dome sucker
 So what you wanna do fool"

 [B-Real]
 The Big Game hunter, fucking shit up
 Get your ass back down, the Hill's on the cut
 Who'll get in the circle, let's see if you're raw
 Hardcore, last vato might hit the fucking floor
 Glocks and ?, in them one clip
 For any buster who wanna flip
 Back ese ?, shining in your eye
 Soul of an Assassin, until I die (Por vida ese!)
 Red light visions in your dome piece
 Nightmares running through your head, won't cease
 Look at you now, broke down and done
 No competition can ever get none

 "Straight flip-flop, nigga, flip-flop
 on your punk ass until you drop
 (Cypress Hill, coming at your grill)
 You're nothing but a motherfucking time clock
 Cypress motherfucking Hill
 (Fuck how you feel)
 It ain't but another piece to the puzzle fool!"




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