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Cypress Hill |
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Miscellaneous |
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Shoot 'em Up |
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[b-real] |
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Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood |
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Who's up to no good, and wishes a man would |
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Come up and give him a reason to blast on.. |
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I wouldn't put it past him! |
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He's got juice, how long will it last him? |
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He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him |
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Ask him (hey!) what's ya main hobby? |
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He'll say there ain't, nothin like the mother****** robbery |
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So don't crowd me, cause yo i run ************t |
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You know, homey that old top gun ************t |
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I got a slug comin straight out the barrel |
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For your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question |
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Cause i'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop |
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Now your lifes ain't worth ************t! |
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Chorus: b-real, sen dog (repeat 2x) |
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Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah |
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Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (shoot 'em up!) |
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Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah |
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Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (shoot 'em up!) |
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[sen dog] |
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Sen dog, never again will i bend |
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No letters of death, no threats, will i send |
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So i'm puttin an end, to all your dumb ************t |
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(dumb ************t) dumb ************t.. that, "homes where you from?" ************t |
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Cause i run ************t, my way, all day, i don't play |
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Cause it won't pay |
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******z wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though |
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(you get a fistful!) |
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Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle |
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Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement? |
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Save it! the beatdown, who gave it? |
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Sen did, no one will explain it |
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Chorus |
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[b-real] |
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I've had it up to here, with all the bull************t |
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Finger's on the trigger, and i'm about to pull it |
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Gank hardrock, up the block, you know i rule it |
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To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet |
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To the crew, that wants, to get with my program |
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I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin ************t from no man |
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In the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood |
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In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up |
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We're out to make a quick buck, that's what i'm thinkin |
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And i'm smokin any punk who even thinks of finkin |
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Chorus |
