ever had Never happier Wanted nothing more But it all seems so mad Throwing away everything Breaking down the door But life's a party And thats what we're here for
, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet It's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray That's neither here
you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet it's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray That's neither here
concert They're just scared of some niggers that do work What they do? What did I do? Just say truth motherfucka and it's comin' through I tell you what we did, we
Die (Die) Die again (Die) Drenched in sin (Sin) With no respect for another Down (Down) Feel the fire (Fire) Feel the hate (Hate) Your pain is what we
what I do daily 'Cause Layzie gotta make a livin' And I don't give a damn I take your life for what you got If you got what I want, then you gonna straight
is coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate Nine, ten, we're out
to help me Lord, why does this life overwhelm me? When we livin' in hell But we chill most every day like we in heaven Oh, well But time will tell Singin, "This is for
we shootin' up the party. Even if we're solo on some of that Bone shit we sayin', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. Fuckin' with us
down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) What if we slowed it down? Then, nigga, you would hear me I know niggas would fuck around And say we
is a threat to society She has shown a blatant disregard for the law And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty For these vicious
his people and when it's time for a change nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the frame with new ideas, We's about the
're petty pang petty What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy) What, what, what, what you're
pale 'cuz they seen too much But really what they saw was me and Kurupt Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something
You're just another rapper whose had his turn Now it's my turn, and I am concerned About idiots, posing as kings What are we here to rule, I thought we're
' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers playin' games in the street We
re in the middle of the fuckin' No question, confrontation, nowhere to run from the assassination Let the rain come down, whoops there goes another body on the ground Watch out for
'all Bullets fly but they don't give a fuck about who dies When you're in the middle of the fuckin', no question, confrontation Nowhere to run from the assassination
