Southland Killers - Cypress Hill feat King Tee, MC Ren

[Intro: MC Ren]

Yeah, y'all know what the f_ck this is
MC motherf_ckin' Ren up in this b_tch n_gga
Yeah, all y'all b_tch-ass n_ggas out here talkin all that sh_t
We 'bout to drop this motherf_cker on y'all like this [gun being loaded]
Punk ass n_ggas out here, n_gga
We some Southland Killers in this motherf_cker [gun is cocked]

[MC Ren]
N_ggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs
While n_ggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb
N_gga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie n_ggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?)
Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah)
Didn't have sh_t 'till I started to bust
And y'all got sh_t 'cos of my balls are cussed
Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us
N_gga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss
N_gga double glock, cocked, get your sh_t rocked
Get your crib knocked, n_gga have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherf_ckers, always the villain, like The Hubble
F_ck your bubble, I bust them sh_ts
Plaques and sh_t, grab my d_ck, spit these hits

[Chorus: B-Real]

All, my n_ggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)
Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)
All y'all n_ggas, better just hit the floor (Killers!)

[King Tee]
I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing
Blown out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team
These n_ggas shoot first they they askin (?) names
It's less strain
It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right)
I might sound funny out here
But really, n_ggas get money out here
And hey, everyday is sunny out here
So listen, don't play dummy out here
King try for bust make your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns
Fat ones, all cold and black ones
Southland Killin', it's just how that's done


[Sen Dog and B-Real]
You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill
but when your sh_t (?) is when die on the Hill
We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel
When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will

...when you f_ck around with Real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes)
You couldn't f_ck around with me if I was sellin' you blows
Just goes to show the incredible skill tell
B_tch n_gga, now you trapped under my wig well
Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG

[Sen Dog]
Don't even f_ck with these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los Angeles
Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me
If you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY!


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