the real today You are just their toy Shut up and go to work They promise you a better life today You dare to lie to us You dare to lie to us Why the
niggas wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes But we chosen - God done blessed us with His potion pure devotion, freely spoken, baby Niggas can't see us
roll with pros And make friend of foes But we chosen God done blessed us with his potion Pure devotion freely spoken baby Niggas can't see us never Stay
Murder draped in dusk, the thief's not one of us Came here with the shrouds, sweet talks, charms and bows Feeds on your sorrow, drawn to the horror Welcome... Assassin
us Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us Too much fantasy, here upon next to us
alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight [B-Real & Sen Dog] Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us
haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed? While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark
limelight - and the pack is running Can you keep up and tell us that you want it! When you get it tell us what you're gonna do with it (do with it!) '
the raft that floats your safety. My skin has trouble holding its own skeleton One interruption will spill me to the floor If not Pennsylvania will surely kill us
body'll quiver These rappers so tough, but really they softer than pillows Or chinchilla a twanky fella, horn a verilla (?) They turn us serial assassins for some scrilla Not
can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y'all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins
rock Eight-off jackets Sawed-off ratchets, haul y'all in caskets Shout out to Adolf the assassin You maggots, rock with a Messiah faction Holy of Holies
can't tell your left from your right Winged assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armed with cowries, I'm
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
black man Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin Gossiping over who's homosexual Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World You can't get with
nigga shit make the world go round It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss You wanna fuck with us
s wild When I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats Collectin sheets, war with beast,