"Stank Ass Hoe"

[Sen Dog]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Once again, ha ha ha
We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

[B-Real]
Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips
Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes
And yo CDs, you see these
Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these
Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka
The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor
I got double platinum records on the wall
While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall
Cats wanna try me, you must be high
Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?
Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it
Any little title you got, I'm takin it
You can't have it, you didn't earn it
Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it
Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss
What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?
What role are you playin? I'm only sayin
You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in
Playin you, playin you, and playin you
Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)

[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
You're a weak ass hoe
Punk slow yo role
You're nothin but a clone
With nothin to show
You're a weak ass hoe
Need a style of your own
You're a weak ass hoe
You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)
Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)
Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)
You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)
You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)

[B-Real]
Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine
Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind
Please don't mind me, you'll find me
Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these
Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble
Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double
I'll be in that corner table wit my homies
Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies
Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic
To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?
Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?
Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone
She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me
Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly
I don't think so, you stink, hoe
The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe
Please back up, I know you look good
But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch
(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)

[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
You're a stank ass hoe
Tryin to get dough
Leave me alone
Cause you can't roll
You're a stank ass hoe
Nut ridin pro
You're a stank ass hoe
A stank ass hoe
Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)
You can't roll (You can't roll)
You're a stank ass hoe
A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)
You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)

[B-Real]
Here goes another example to begin it
With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it
When I look at me, I look and see
How long it took for you to throw the book at me
Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work
These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk
And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down
And put the anti-bacterial assault down
Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess
Never settle for stress, or wack rappers
I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)

[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
(Punk ass nigga)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Knockin on my door
Leave me alone
Cause you got no soul
You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)
Need to find a place to go
You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Don't touch the microphone
You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Leave me alone
Got no place to go
You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)
[humming]

"Highlife"

[B-Real]
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hardhitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it
You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it
Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade;
they get played for a minute
then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!

[Chorus: B-Real]

You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife

[B-Real]
You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it
Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more
hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal
skills that's criminal - you fake bitches!
You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breakin with your weak blatter
Pissin on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast
of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, (?) of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife

[B-Real]
The highlife - hah, hah
The highlife yeah

[Chorus]

"Certified Bomb"

[B-Real]
Call me the serial rhyme killer
Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga
Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true soldier
Fake bustas get hit with the clusterbomb
You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd, I'm calm
Spit heat like a fucking dragon, bagging you up
Tagging you toe, zipping you up
Clipping you up, mic-cord tripping you up
You're in the dark with no light
and wishing a nigga had lit you up
So much for wishful thinking, you're body's stinking
You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya

[Sen-Dog]
Don't play me too close I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban Puertoricans all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check it out

[B-Real]
Call me imperial beatslayer
All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player
Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery
I'm taking the torch and burn Puffy-music for canivalry
That'll teach you I beat you on every plain
Ain't no other way to reach you, I reach you with pain
Shred you into pieces using the tigerclaw
I'm a cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw
Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic
Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic
So can it and shut it, I wrote it and bust it
because it never gonna be safe for wack niggas I don't trust 'em

[Chorus]

[Sen-Dog]
Call me superior showstopper, your hiphop legacy
Claim us to remember we break you off proper
Oh you got a short memory? You wanna render me?
Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy?
I won't let ya I bet ya I reign supreme
Make your fans forget ya search ya in front of your team
Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythem
And hit em and get another suck and hit em with venom
Nigga my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending
Suckers with no style I hope you get offended
So I can lock your ass up with my jawclutches
Then my rhymes will catch you cause they're sharp like Tony Touch's

[Chorus]

[Sen-Dog]
Yeah, that's right y'all
Gonna smash you in the face
Who be comming on touching me, getting around me
I'm a bomb you know what I'm saying
I'm ready to go off you know what I'm saying
So many motherfuckers out there talking shit, doing their little thing
It's cool you know what I'm saying, go ahead make you money
But don't you be comming around me perplexing playing like a bitch
You know what I'm saying
Cause I can see your ass right through you know what I'm saying
You're glass homeyboy, you're glass you know what I'm saying
Don't play me too close y'all
I don't think I like you too much you know what I'm saying
Always kicking it, doing what we do
Trying to act like us, trying to sound like us
You're playing me too close motherfucker
You need too step the fuck on back
Take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you come from
You're playing me way way too close you know what I'm saying

"Can I Get a Hit"

Handle it, handle it
You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquete
True, true
You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed
At the club, and they don't wanna share theirs
Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats in background 6X]

[B-Real]
You know I hate it when I roll a joint and give it to somebody
Who ain't got weed but they wanna be up in the party
Laughin and gigglin, sippin on a Heinie
Son you need a Tic Tac your breath is gonna blind me
Talkin about you wanna hit, spittin in my eardrum
Oh you new in the cypher, step to the rear son
Still they manage to hit it, and put they grip on it
That's when they wet the tip and put they lips on it
Then when you get it, forget it, it's been wetted
Who gonna hit it now, not me, you got me
Thinkin about these fuckin jokers, double tokers
Smokers who hit it like they suckin a dick, fuckers
Flippin it, lovin it, smokin it to the head
Givin it to me half way down, "thanks again"
Then when you see 'em later smokin they own stash
When you ask 'em for a hit, they say, "sorry this is my last"
I shared some with you, "Sorry that's not my problem
Talk to the hand but I got plenty if you wanna buy some"
These people piss me off, this is true indeed
But nothin's worse when someone's askin for some weed
What do I look like a tree where the bud grows
Here pick my left nut and smoke it in the bol
Or better grow your own leave mine alone
Here I'll give you a clone now raise up outta my zone
I know I got the best weed, but don't make me
Make your burnt chest bleed what you need
Is weed etiquette, please don't be offended
Cuz the weed costs money I'm the one who has to spend it

And that's just the way it is man
Y'all motherfuckers need to learn
You just can't come, askin for some shit and not givin none in return
What the fuck is that man? We goin into 2000 motherfucker
You need to learn how to smoke some weed with people
Pass it to the left motherfuckers
Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats to the end]

"We Live This Shit"

[Chorus: Sen Dog]

Eastside L.A.
Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah
We live this shit

We latin-thug type
Gat-blasters
Weedsmokers
Moneyholders, that's right

[B-Real]
Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack
On my side is my ese can't fuck with that
Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can come on the Hill bro
But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside
It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill
Fool drop your weapon or I'm comming for the kill
Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya
Watch it go through ya
Ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer
Enemy's a viewer I'm sipping on caluha
Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla
Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta
Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
To my man on the corner with the shotgunshell
Singing sad songs for the ones that fell
To me it's kind of funny watching all these dummies
Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money
Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold
Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho
Need this looking raw before you come acting
Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum
Cause I been there
Done that
Fool check the format
Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat
Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn
Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program
Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place
What the fuck you wanna do now huh?

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to deal with
Cause I'm the ill one
Oh the cap-peel one
You comming round the Hill fucking son I gotta spill one
Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival
Living on the Eastside fighting for survival
Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show yo
Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo
Off to the stone garden you go and stay there
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there
For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you're on my shoulders
You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in opposition
I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission

[Chorus]

"Worldwide"

[Verse 1: Sen-Dog]
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance
Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
Fool what? You ain't got nothin' to say
I been backin' up east side LA, all day
Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex
Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw
'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw

[Chorus (2x): B-Real]
You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga
'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh,
Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us?
Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles

[Verse 2: Sen-Dog]
I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin', I give you three seconds
To break out before you resemblin' a dead man
A hole through your headband
My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk
Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local
Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
You don't want that strap on my hip
To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
I'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom
Fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

 Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride
I take money-money, make dummies all night
Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
[SD] We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory
Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big money folder
You bring descript sequence with no defense
The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'

[Chorus]

"Valley of Chrome"

[B-Real]
You can't hide from the man with the master plan
Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man"
Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn
Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan
You crossed line, time for the light to blind
You can run but I never be far behind
You never know when it's gonna come, paranoid
Cuz the mentality is seek and destroy
Better look around before you come out your door
Cuz shit catches up but you don't want no more
Only time will provide the right sign for real
You might die cuz you hesitate to find the steel

[HOOK 2X:]
You better never let me catch you alone!
Bring it on, bring it on! Bring it on, bring it on!
You might die in the Valley of Chrome!
Keepin on, keepin on, keep, keep, keepin on!

[Sen-Dog]
Listen up mothefuckers I got shit on my mind
The spotlight's on me and it's time to shine
I smack any brat that be jumpin outta line
I smoke any fool try to diss on my rhyme
I get y'all, wearin no can't protect y'all
Wash your brain and have you infiltrate the
Same bunch of suckers that be tryin to hate me
Wanna take me out so they can try and replace me
Fuck what ya heard, have ya seen lately
The size of my clan is improving greatly
No one will hold 'em back, bringin the big heater
Watch a nigga run scared, faster than a cheetah
Speed of light, move faster than sound
But I'm still on they back and I'm gaining much ground

[HOOK 2X]

[B-Real]
No matter what you seen, we still smokin the green
Represent for all the people still a part of the scheme
Playa haters, imitaters wanna roll with the team
But they fade away, hate away, all for the cream
They wanna instigate ?to get a losse forget my stake?
Take advantage of the rilla, rob killa who scrapes
Cuban motherfuckers who don't know who I am
Better step aside suckers watch the heater expand
Get outta hand, see the light, you and your clan
Better scram outta here before you get slammed
I stand strong, keepin on, when I'm rollin alone
But you sorry bitches hideaway, place unknown

[HOOK 4X]

"Get Out of My Head"
(feat. C. Wolbers, D. Cazares (Fear Factory))

uh..uh...yeah....
These voices up in my head...

All these voices up in my head
Makin me dread, when I sleep at night
Visons of people with evil intensions wanna fly my sight
Visons are changin, engagin, and ragin', I'm in a stage and a fight
Listen, the system is pissin' me off, you wanna feel my pipe
Fingers pointed, annointed people, day better up to the knight
Whispers, darkness the hardest, time ain't never gonna feel alright
Feelin' my soul in the hole,
I can't breathe, and I'm frightened for my life
Think I need help or I dwell in hell, cuz I got a grip too tight!

[Chorus]
Will you ever get out of my head? [4X]

Through every dimension as tension ahead, I gotta go my main
Dreams are like beans up like coming through my brain,
then I know I'm baked
For every single minute that's in it, each and every brand new day
Denial of trial I'm vile, whatever that bullshit they say
I'm sinking so low in my self, help me gain, never give no break
Confusion is usin me sinkin me up, now the sky's all grey
I'm blazin and liftin my mind with kite, let me hit that J
Holding, controlling my self over, but the shit won't stay!

[Chorus] [w/ Sen Dog]
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? ( Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)

"Can't Get the Best of Me"

[Sen Dog]
Hell nah, you can't handle a man of my superior strength
I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length
Bitin emcees in their tracks I stop em
My rhyme style make em turn dropper
My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper
I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers
Like I said before I'm takin you lane of whores
Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls
Only one way to deal with these softies
Take they ass out like heroes and they flossin
And when you test me you better bring styles
Cause mine can go on and on and on for miles

[Chorus]
[B-Real & Sen Dog]
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)

[B-Real]
Five roll with the weakest
What you need is, the chrome plated heater
So you can peep this, tragedy had to be in your mind soakin in
Sad to see you broken down, not at least broken in
Can't stop some Hill shit from comin through
The reality is out with the old, and with the new
Ways and things change, with strange haids of braids shade
Switch place life and life plays with thumb pay
Does and un-trues, the mule leaves no clues
In the dark confused, we choose to eat you
Out the whole stroke away so I can listener
We don't stop if you can, fuck commissioner

[Chorus]
[B-Real & Sen Dog]
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)

[Sen Dog]
Nigga get up on a rhymin apparatus
Takin out crews who think they are baddest
Mad dog Sen for real is the maddest
Fuck you punk and your A&R status
I stay in a zone though I'm never alone
B-Real got my back checkin at your dome
So when it comes down to who's (Spanish)
I'm down for the pound and slangin the (Spanish)
(Spanish) I break (Spanish)
Gonna make a move and smoke your fuckin hot-show
Remove that sucker and that wack-ass shit
Cause every time I see he's actin like a bitch
So let's get it straight I smoke the competition
Breakin down fools in my motherfuckin mission
One by one they'll all come out missin
You can't fuck with this here kid I AIN'T BITCHIN

[Chorus]
[B-Real & Sen Dog]
(You can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't, hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME

"A Man"

[Sen Dog]
Don't let nobody treat me like crap
I'm pullin heads off sharp and smack em off francs
The best in these days I smoke on these tracks
Gonna mash your plan for holdin me back
Jump up rush the office with the gat
Lettin the niggaz see where my mind is at
Hurry up to the walls see how I react
But I keep comin back and that's for a fact
I got the beef, but no road I got dropped
And take each day the bullshit don't stop
Got to act with the man cause I don't suck cock
No matter how bad I wanna get to the top
The music go out like a fuckin lot
With the key and the dat I rap and just stop
Come and see me on a Soul Assas trip
Hittin stage, generate, pumpin all that lip

[Chorus]
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!

[Sen Dog]
If y'all ever need help I don't wait
And I come from some shit that's put away
I hit these suckers that think they so great
Still a nigga die, so they can update
No matter how you try you'll always be fate
Breakin off chunks off of what I create
I see that liquorice all over your face
Back-stab a nigga in the mist of the chase
Fuck the bullshit let's get to the bottom
Stompin punk styles, agein rock got em
Only thing I don't wanna say when I drop em
Loadin my shells so don't try to hock em
Hittin the heat with the jig-ass beats
Bite my style, is the only way to compete
Smoke anybody if I ever lop heat
And anybody else that wanna fuck with me

[Chorus]
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!

[Sen Dog]
I sing funky-ass shit that I bring
Fly likes a lot when I do my thing
Check it out y'all ain't no one nicer
Got it goin on with the mighty wanna cipher
Got a women crazy, when I beg
And hip-hop styles with the SX-10
Trust no one ain't nobody your friend
Cause this business hear all about to end
Don't mean comin back when they bust the raps
And all the little things of the nicer tracks
Hangin out in the uniform
Keep what I'm doin here all night long
Is to keep it goin, bring the thunder and pain
Ain't bitches same since I went insane
Fuckin with these bitches up in this game
To the depicts, drain on my FUCKIN TRAIN

[Chorus]
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!