| Song | Make A Move |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| Ezekial 25：17 | |
| 'the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities | |
| Of | |
| The selfish and the tyranny of evil men. blessed is he, who in the name | |
| Of | |
| Charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of | |
| Darkness, | |
| For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. | |
| And | |
| I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, | |
| Those | |
| Who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. and you will know my | |
| Name is | |
| The lord, when i lay my vengeance upon thee!' | |
| [shots fired] | |
| Smokin' mc's like a bowl of buddha | |
| Burnin' in my bong now | |
| You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees | |
| You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves | |
| Move it out, just move it on out, no doubt | |
| We the number one crew | |
| Kickin' more gas niggas out the house | |
| Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother | |
| `cause i'll whoop that ass just like i'm your father | |
| Take heed to the master's call yes y'all | |
| (bring your cell-phone cause i fade them 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 | |
| Let the rain come down | |
| Whoops there goes another body on the ground | |
| Watch out for g hound | |
| It's the undisputed cypress family | |
| Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilly | |
| Growin' inside your mind like a tumour | |
| Spreading in your head like a rumor | |
| Venomous! | |
| I'm from the underground, i take care of business | |
| What the fuck is this? | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors | |
| Let me get the rope | |
| And hang `em `till their fuckin' necks broke | |
| Wind passage cut off, now you can't breathe | |
| Let me give you what you need | |
| A fat dose of the good weed | |
| Like a puppet on a string | |
| I'm the one controlling your ass | |
| With the rough shit here to bring | |
| My army grows like the buddha i sold ya | |
| Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier | |
| Like the `coup d'etate' | |
| Now ya are in the middle of the ambush | |
| Stuck in your car | |
| They can't find ya | |
| At the bottom of the lake | |
| Let me remind ya | |
| You better be lookin' behind ya | |
| It's too late, ain't no one standin' here | |
| Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear | |
| Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece | |
| Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move | |
| Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move | |
| Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move | |
| Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move | |
| Come on | |
| Open up the doors for the high funk buddha | |
| With the light point the dick can die | |
| Rolling with the six shooter | |
| Thirty-eight | |
| Still shootin' real straight | |
| Lookin' for the buster that i must eliminate | |
| No surprise | |
| As the inches demise | |
| Let the four flow | |
| As i look him right in the eyes | |
| And rip these niggas in half | |
| With the (fabergraph) | |
| They can't find a path | |
| I like the aftermath | |
| Still i reign the sect we remain | |
| The big bad cypress hill, fuckin' niggas up again | |
| When i aim i'm scopin' for your brain | |
| Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| Move `em out! move `em on out! move `em out! | |
| 'ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly | |
| Don't want you to see. but it's obvious, isn't it my brother? get the | |
| Smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don't like |
| Ezekial 25: 17 | |
| ' the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities | |
| Of | |
| The selfish and the tyranny of evil men. blessed is he, who in the name | |
| Of | |
| Charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of | |
| Darkness, | |
| For he is truly his brother' s keeper and the finder of lost children. | |
| And | |
| I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, | |
| Those | |
| Who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. and you will know my | |
| Name is | |
| The lord, when i lay my vengeance upon thee!' | |
| shots fired | |
| Smokin' mc' s like a bowl of buddha | |
| Burnin' in my bong now | |
| You don' t want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees | |
| You' ll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves | |
| Move it out, just move it on out, no doubt | |
| We the number one crew | |
| Kickin' more gas niggas out the house | |
| Puttin' up an argument, just don' t bother | |
| cause i' ll whoop that ass just like i' m your father | |
| Take heed to the master' s call yes y' all | |
| bring your cellphone cause i fade them 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 | |
| Let the rain come down | |
| Whoops there goes another body on the ground | |
| Watch out for g hound | |
| It' s the undisputed cypress family | |
| Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilly | |
| Growin' inside your mind like a tumour | |
| Spreading in your head like a rumor | |
| Venomous! | |
| I' m from the underground, i take care of business | |
| What the fuck is this? | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors | |
| Let me get the rope | |
| And hang em till their fuckin' necks broke | |
| Wind passage cut off, now you can' t breathe | |
| Let me give you what you need | |
| A fat dose of the good weed | |
| Like a puppet on a string | |
| I' m the one controlling your ass | |
| With the rough shit here to bring | |
| My army grows like the buddha i sold ya | |
| Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier | |
| Like the coup d' etate' | |
| Now ya are in the middle of the ambush | |
| Stuck in your car | |
| They can' t find ya | |
| At the bottom of the lake | |
| Let me remind ya | |
| You better be lookin' behind ya | |
| It' s too late, ain' t no one standin' here | |
| Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear | |
| Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece | |
| Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move | |
| Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move | |
| Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move | |
| Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move | |
| Come on | |
| Open up the doors for the high funk buddha | |
| With the light point the dick can die | |
| Rolling with the six shooter | |
| Thirtyeight | |
| Still shootin' real straight | |
| Lookin' for the buster that i must eliminate | |
| No surprise | |
| As the inches demise | |
| Let the four flow | |
| As i look him right in the eyes | |
| And rip these niggas in half | |
| With the fabergraph | |
| They can' t find a path | |
| I like the aftermath | |
| Still i reign the sect we remain | |
| The big bad cypress hill, fuckin' niggas up again | |
| When i aim i' m scopin' for your brain | |
| Brother stay low, crosshairs break you up the frame | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| Move em out! move em on out! move em out! | |
| ' ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly | |
| Don' t want you to see. but it' s obvious, isn' t it my brother? get the | |
| Smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don' t like |