It's time I came to get mine Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine Why do the pigs come Bring your ass on Cross the line so I can get the blast on Oh shit I'm empty but I've got a shake to the side So don't even tempt me Runnin the program cypress hill on the real with The pearl jam and I'm packing the steel Don't come my way cause it only takes one minute To reach for the ak then why what you gonna do now Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw The towel in I'm not doing the ill thing Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing
Verse two:
Give me a taste off open a place and a black nine By the wate line Never know when someone will test ya Let you know I got mine by my body chest ya I'm the big hum that became the attack Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker That I won't do anything for the looper When I've reached the hill I strap when I swoop
Click click bang bang Cuz it ain't no thang when I hang with stone And I kick that funky slang You've got to do the funk when I've got to do the ill thing Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing
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