Yo, this DJ Muggs, I'm out of Cypress Hill
Soul Assassins
This my little homie, Alchemist
holdingit down 1st Infantryin the place
Live and direct, LAflavor, homie

My life is stranger than most
Bet you couldn't represent just step back
Let that cross or get bent back
Hush, nigga, you talk too much
You can get touched with the scope of my pen
Your brains mush talk loud all you want
I'll crush you faggot niggas
Best to pass the dutch or
We'll be toe taggin' niggas
We roll thick with bricks, flip scripts
Connect clips stock whips
I run the chance and take old grips

We eating food in the hood
With the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up
(Bang out) thug niggas, they getting money
Y'all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up
(Bang out) , it's running out (Bang out)

No cash, we tokin' grass and talk fast
We clash with the principal so
We can all last
You too wack, you'll get smashed
Get cast as weak
Gassed up, shut up, let the master speak
With the freaks in the clubs and
The ballers with the bubbs
And them boys with the blunts, rollin' bud
Sippin' suss
Spit skunk, no dust, with the massive thugs
Give a pound and hug and all my family love
I film shit with the cam'
I know ya feelin' like jam slam
Bitch, I'm for words, get banned, stand-
Up on your bone
Two fucks if I don't know you
Here we are I gotta, hot chrome the throne

We eating food in the hood
With the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up
(Bang out) thug niggas, they getting money
Y'all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up
(Bang out) , it's running out (Bang out)

Money, power, hustle, street life
Doe, stackin', livin', cold hard
We, envy, cut throat, die slow
Weed, X, dust (Bang out)
It gets rough on the streets with the alley
Be tough when your back in the corner like me
Or be stomped
I don't mean to be hard but that's life
God, if we drive by in the
Night with the lights off you got no hope
Kick rocks or get shell-shocked
We unload, hit the road, heaters explode
We bump for the love, we live by the gun
We die, don't cry, it's just a party for one
Send me off like a warrior
Remember my clashes
No casket, you can spread out my ashes
Back where I came from
Once the shots rang out
Couple hit the hangout with the killas all
(Bang out)

We eating food in the hood
With the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up
(Bang out) thug niggas, they getting money
Y'all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up
(Bang out) , it's running out (Bang out)
We eating food in the hood
With the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up
(Bang out) thug niggas, they getting money
Y'all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up
(Bang out) , it's running out (Bang out)

You hear me, Al al, ya there? Al
Listen i want to have a sit down there's a
Reason why I called this meeting here today
Alright, I can provide a lot
Of shit for ya, Al, ya hear
Me? A lot of shit iI
Don't take everybody to IHOP
Ya hear me? You see this lifestyle?
It's-it's not easy waitress, can I get
An orange juice? Thank you listen, it's not
Easy let me tell you something
That piece-of-shit
Clunker you're pushing outside?
That's nothing, alright you see that little
Corolla out there
Baby? You better see the mileage
On that baby i can provide a
Lot of shit for ya, Al
Ya hear me? A lot of shit i
Mean you tell me why you're
Not doing shit with Eurythmics you tell
Me i can provide that

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Writer(s): ALAN MAMAN, LOUIS FREESE