"Psychodelic Vision"

[Intro 4x]
Lalalala-lala-lalala

[B-Real]
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid
Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin
Psychodelic visions would ensue
My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate
But I sorted through, all that distorted shit brought it up
I came short and couldn't afford to store it up
So I began to record it on audio
The autobiography of Luis Mario
Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable
That half the shit I set out to do was achievable
But alas, look at all the shit come to pass
While we remained strong, others broke like glass
Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother
Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover:
This side up, for the celebrity
Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity
Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt
But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt
I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis

[Chorus 2x]
(Lalalala-lala-lalala)
I got my 9mm at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

[B-Real]
You know me and you've grown with me
And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me
I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me
I'm hangin out with the people as my posse
Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions
Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension
People turn around when you become a star it seems
But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams
They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong
When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your
songs
Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye?
You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life?
Take a deep one, and peep son
Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run
You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son
You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son

[Chorus:]

[B-Real]
You know they smile in your face,
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain't safe
Cos you know you're just dead-weight
But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some
reason
But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season
Charged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never
The ??, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever
So think about that, is it worth the pain?
When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain
But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:
It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded

[Chorus 2x]
You know they smile in your face
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain't safe
Cos you know you're just dead-weight

"Red, Meth & B"

Y'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!

[Redman]
Cypress Hill!
Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It aint no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the farm
Home-grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole team'll get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
I won't leave till the job is done
Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

[Chorus: B-Real]
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

[Method Man]
Yo, yo
Blunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed like Simmy Colan
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'
If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat
My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks
Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, lets be realer

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Take the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko
They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley
You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten
Star stricken, glock clickin', stop shittin'
Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one (ha!)
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off

[Chorus X2]

"Lowrider"
(feat. Mellow Man Ace)

[Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X]
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..

[Intro: B-Real + (Mellow Man Ace)]
Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight

[B-Real]
Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this
You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this
We been makin you bounce, for many years already
Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti
But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff
Yes my gift is to amaze you all
Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what?
I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der)
But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some flowin
I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin
Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin
Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in
I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der)
You wanna trip? Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged

[Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)]
Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three
So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight

[B-Real & Sen Dog]
Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back
Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)

[Sen Dog]
I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla
Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia
Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya
Not right here homes, we're past all of that
Makin that feria, spittin that raps
Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle
Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit
Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick
Whassup ese? What hood you claim?
Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der)
Hands in the air with the pinky rings
Soul Assassins, runnin everything
To all you vatos, make sure you check this
In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der)

[Chorus]

[Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade]
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..

"Catastrophe"

[B-Real]
I slay punks who don't know their own identity
You spit my name and use it like an obscenity
You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy
You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly
I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten
You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten
You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew
Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue
of what's about to happen - interaction
Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction
Hold tight, keep yourself together
cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
Without you takin' it personally

[Sen Dog]
Ten, proper years of bringin' funk
I, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump
I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump
Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)
I don't wanna be the King of the Sing
Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team
I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream
They love that old South Side gangsta lean
Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin'
Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin'
Look at hostile - ah, damn wild
Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child
Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar
Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
Without you takin' it personally

(10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on!)

[B-Real]
I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers
Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers
I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches
I got the medicine over the swallow bitches
You play roles like an actor but get no oscar
Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster
You're just an imposter, you lost your composure
Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure
But you're in denial and still remain vile
In a place within last style and senseless wild
I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up
That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!!

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
WITHOUT YOU TAKIN' IT PERSONALLY...

"L.I.F.E."

[Bobo]
Once again
We're back
It's the big bad Cypress Hill
You know what time it is

[Beat fades in]
[5x] Whoop
Legalize it,
Cypress Hill will ever die at the end?
Legalize it, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Cypress Hill never dies
Never dies, never dies

[Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog]
Once Upon,
[B-Real singing]
Bugaboo L.I.F.E (Now Here it is )
Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo)
Cypress is still here
We're of those glad MCees
Still Puffin Weed, Weed
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why

[B Real]
Never fucked like this
But I smoke blunts like this
People ask: Why you pull stunts like this?
Cuz I believe in doing what I got' a
A lot' a people don't understand nada
The Mic burns
You was at
It turn's to a slaughter
You wanna think about chilling the fuck out,
You all gonna Top Allah, Pop collar,
Niggas, Latin Thungs
All my family love barillas
Beginners get pushed to back of the pack
Invented and lend out, without not a tech
You're on the top of the game
But you work on a name till one day
To put us in the walk of fame
Don't call a name to recall the fame
Eventually Dru is in the Hall of Fame
You know what the deal is,
You know what the heal is,
You know who the Real is,
You know what my skill is,

[Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog]
[Humming, Sen Dog: Sighing]

[Sen Dog]
I get mental
This ain't no pad and a pencil
Throw the microphone,
My homey get tensed up
I tag the cheque, like I got nothing to lose (That's right)
I test myself, just shut up and proof
That C-Y-P-R-E-S-S
Got you funky, while I'm real deaf
Put it to the sess, and you will confess
Soul Assassins is the best
Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (crackin)
Six LP, from that ThugDogLatin
Turn the heat up, and keep it hot
Always give ya mo', and then thank
We got to freak the Hip Hop and the hot ride
I'm on to make shows and can't hide
Had first 'self titled', became an Idol
*Spanish* in a Sub town barrio

[Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog]

[Sen Dog]
Now Here it is
Bo Bo Bo Bo

"Here Is Something You Can't Understand"

[Intro - Kurupt]

Yeah bitch
Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers
What you think about that?
You brother's don't got it
B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle
My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An' go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with Muggs
What it is
SEN DOOOOOOOOOOG!
Keep it real gangster
Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?

[B-Real]
Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on
Before things start to happen and I lose my calm,
Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah),
Smoking on a Kush Weed, not giving a Fuck,
Rhyme Flow, Mack-o-hoes and stack dough!
But niggas wanna do shit to make me react
So "Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga
Haning on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich nigga
You can t feel me without the Braile
I m like that shit that will catch you without the Yale
Make busters pale 'cos they seen too much
But really what they saw was me and Kurupt

[Chorus Repeat 4x]

[B-Real] Here is something you can't understand
[Sen Dog] How I Could Just Kill A Man

[Kurupt]
Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries
You gotta be real like me and B-Real
See you shoot, you ride but we kill
Concentrate unloadin' our steel
Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will
Riding on niggas that when the (?) spilled
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal
(?) and unmanageable
What you gonna get, nigga? (?)
I sic the hot girls on you, so struck by (?)
Get em up drive by,
Watch em gone drive by
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas really don't know shit,
I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb BIATCH!

[Hook 1 - Kurupt (repeat 2x)]

Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don t give a shit
Here is something that they just know
Back/Crack to Fo, creepin' through the back door

[Kurupt] I just DOPE BLAST 'em...

[B-Real]
... 'Cos I ain t finished yet
I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet
We re like a pack of *panorama*
In Your *Soul Assessino*
Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama
East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride
Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting thru real high
'Cos we live this, (?) this, beatin' like a pistol whip
Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip

[Sen Dog]
I'm ignorin' all the DUMB SHIT, 'cos these vatos can't hang
With the Mad Dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches
That's what you get when you fuck with the Real
Hardcore Nigga said "Pack That Steel"

[Chorus 4x]

[Kurupt]

Yeah
The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived
With millis and fifty-fives
Homicidally, I've seperated the busters
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches
Stole the riches, booked the (?)
Like fuck ya (?), nigga

[B-Real]
Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge
We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock
Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed?
While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town
And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down
Now your violatin' 'cos you haters know i'm waitin'
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot
With the handle cocked

[Hook 2 - Kurupt {Sen Dog} (repeat 2x)]

Here is something, that I think you just can t understand
{How I could just kill a man!}
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
{How I could just kill a man!}
You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real
{How I could just kill a man!}
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel
{How I could just kill a man!}

[Outro - Kurupt]
You just don't understand
How I could just, kill a man (yeah)
La la la la, la la la la-la

"Weed Man"

[Inhale, exhale repeated throughout intro]

[Intro: B-Real]
You know, there are times when, you run out of weed
There's no one you can call
But at last there is one person you can call - Weed Man

[B-Real]
I've had drop dates with no weed to smoke
No roaches, no nothin' when I need to toke
Damn, where can I find some shit to puff on
damn I need the kye cause it's gettin' tough on me (me)
Cause I'm a lumberjack and tree's
get chopped up and packed up and sold to D
Bolo's are free, did you hold one fee?
Herchers for the herbics no waterin' the seeds
Some of your friends just really see me
cause sussin' this, losin' no GHC
The pigs always wanna PH me, my gush hits harder than some GHB
But some of these swine wanna hit off mine
I just sit back, recline, and never waste time
I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man
Call me and all inhale- "The Weed Man"

[Chorus: Sen Dog]
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!!
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!!

[B-Real]
You can always call me all day, all light
Service with a smile, make you feel all right (yeah!)
From college-heads, co-ex and dreadlocks
lawyers, teachers, doctors buy my stock
So many call on me for what I got
So many try to compete to take my spot
Caked out, how many dimes dropped?
How many times I lost one of my plots?
The competiton was to knock me out
The D.E.A. want to lock me out
Broke in my home tryin' to sock me out
But the true blue stoners never locked me out
I'm easy to find, call me whenever
You need some green and I'll make you feel better
I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man
Call me and inhale - "The Weed Man"

[Chorus: Sen Dog]
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!!

[B-Real]
I'm the most well-loved, bringin' the bud
Stickin' the club up, everybody ridin' my nuts
What? You say you want credit? You must be high
There's no free rides on my supply
Unless you're one of my friends you need no ends
just sit back and wait for the joint to begin
But if you know someone in need of this weed leaf
You can take my number down and beep me
I'll hook you up if you look me up
Just don't give my number to a rookie huh!
Then I'll cut you off and brush you off
Never trust you and won't dicuss your loss
I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man
Call me and inhale - "The Weed Man"

[Chorus: Sen Dog]
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!!
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man
(Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!!

[Outro: B-Real]
There it is motherfuckers, you run out of weed
Call somebody like me and I'll hook you up
No stems, no seeds and things that you don't need
That's right! I'm the Weed Man
Don't trip I got gush, for a high price hoe...

album: "Till Death Do Us Part"

"Latin Thugs"
(feat. Tego Calderon)

[Sen Dog]
Don't be like, uh, a Cubano
Be like ? stoned marijuano
Esta capitan pingolete
Swing is here with the force of a machete
Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana
Real hijo de puta homeboy ask yo mama
No me importa pinga mi niña
All I wanna know que 'ta bueno cinga
Don't be scared echate pa' ca
What's the play dog homeboy goin' on
Ni**as O.G. straight veterano
Master the Spanglish style encojonao
Y'all fools know aqui no se juega
Don't act a fool y no rompa las reglas
We bien crazy ass asesino
Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro

[Chorus: Tego Calderon]
Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles, como arriba, andale
Prende la mota, pero lo que quiero es cule

Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles

[B-Real]
They call me papi chulo
You know I'm puro
I never fade away
You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away
Hit the leño harder than most niggaz you idolize
Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide

[Sen Dog]
Latin thug roll deep pandillero
Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto
Carpet, car black y perro loco
Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo
'E pingado, poca lita
Saco mi pinga y me singo la pista
Can't get enough of them L.A. skonka
Get a little wild y me como la chocha
Listen up compa the big cypress loma
Still right here y todavia te controla
This ain't no Telemundo special
The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you

[Chorus]

[Tego Calderon]
Hey who the fuck is that
Otro negro loco, daddy
Y necolado, uno de lo pato malo
Mucha mucha bala pa' los raton e desmaya
Que moriran seguro sin faya
I ain't neva scared you heard
Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo
Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo
Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo
Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo
Pa' defendenlo de los enemigos
Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni singo
Pero to dicen lo mismo
Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron
Un majon, blastin' all these motherfuckers
Envidiosos, sapos y chotas
Tirale pa' la cabeza, si se va, no regresa
Eh pa' que suban y ja sepa
Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa
Y no lloro y ni la mama...

"Busted In The Hood"

[B-Real]
WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL... here's a little story, I got to tell
About a thugged out homey, I know so well
It started way back, when I was a teen
In the hood, on the corner, slangin dope to fiends
Had the little stash that could serve your need
You can do what you want but I got weed for me
Ridin for my fam, tryin to hit a grand
CRASH unit on my ass, now I'm in demand
One lone-ly fami-ly I be
All in the hood, I got no-bo-dy
The sun is beatin down on my red dark hat
Pigs are roamin through the alley so I gotta toss my gat
Forgot about the sack, lookin for a place to hide
If they ask me for my name - fuck 'em, I'ma lie!"

[Chorus]
One O.G. gangsta I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are comin down on my gangsta stash
When they caught me with the weed, and the dope and hash

[B-Real]
He said a little somethin, I wasn't so impressed
No more runnin homey, now you're under arrest
The sack was in my hand, felt like a sack of bricks
I swore he couldn't see it when I threw it in my whip
He said he wanted some, I said I don't have none
Found it in the sun on the floor next to my gun
Next thing I saw was the gun to my head
Now the lead will make me dead, and yo this is what he said

[Sen Dog]
My name is Sgt. Slacker with a license to kill (uh-huh)
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get real (yea)
Now what do we have here? A banger and his peers

[B-Real]
He cuffed my hand you understand he threatened me with tears
Sorry motherfucker had his gun out with a grin
You think the story's over but it's ready to begin

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
Now I got your crack and most of your crew
You got a couple choices of what you can do
Better make the right decision if you know what I mean
You can do some time, or fork over your green

[B-Real]
I said I got no green he started lookin at me harder
I said I don't have nothin you can go fuck your daughter (WHAT?)
He hit me with the fist, he hit me with the gat
He put the night stick to my back, soooooooooooooo
I think I'm done, the pig's got my gun
It isn't lookin good, I got ink on my thumb
Another pig walked in, said he's playin games
He gave another look at me, found out my false name

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Sittin there pissed as I dwell in my cell
The place smells like shit, in the County Jail
Homey lookin at me like he seen me before
He started throwin up a set, then he spit on the floor
I think ay-yeah yo, I know this kid
It's the same motherfucker cocktailed my crib
This dude said - get ready - pulled a shank on me
I said c'mon homey you a bit too sloppy
Fool tried to stab me, socked him in the eye
The guards yelled, "Give it up!" and let two fly
The guards said down and we hit the floor
If you make a move after you won't move no more
He said I think you once again best protect ya neck
I said eat a dick from me you don't get respect
I said you wanna come with it, any time and place
And I'll leave you like Pacino with a Scar-on-ya-face
They put him in the hole, and all the bullshit stopped
But when his boy had beef, yeah he got dropped
P.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped the load
I got probation for the gun and the dope, case closed

[Chorus - 2X]

"Never Know"

[Chorus 2X]
You never know
I just might die tonight so lets get hight tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig in my right hand cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

[Verse One]
You know I live with the biggest hitters, crime committers
And bull shitters
Never had a quitter come with us
Who had the jitters sine some bitter tasting minute
I spit it for those who did it
Like a soldier so committed to winning
You never know who you running with nigga
Who you gunning with, who you thugging with
In times of struggle shit
Never be blinded by diamonds they signin for weak nigga
No sign of loyalty in anything you speak
You never know
You're breakable, celebrated but fadeable
You're biodegradeable
You just might die tonight
Get out of my sight cause
You ain't even know theres your fight

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Two]
I been through the scandal and handled them better than other vandals
Hearing insane rambles saying that lifes a gamble
Praying for just a sample in amble times
To trample, example
Enemies who shit they need a pamper
You never know
Every thug nigga living his life
Giving his life meaning
Haters in the wings, they feeling their pride stinging
We here, death knocking its schocking
We keep it popping homey
We never stopping we keeping all you bitches dropping homey
You never know
I can see through and he got an evil intent
I'm gonna see to him
I think you all got the message its a hard lesson
Yo aye you go to pray to god stressing

[Chorus 2X]