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CYPRESS HILL lyrics - Cypress Hill

How I Could Just Kill A Man

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Intro: It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things YouknowhatI'msayin And it goes like thisss... Verse One: Be Real Hey don't miss out on what your passin You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked So come on as cypress starts to kick it Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin Suckers are hidein Jump behind the bush when they see me driving by Hangin out my window And my magnum takin out some puto's Acting kinda loco I'm just another local Kid from from the street getting paid for my vocals (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Chorus: repeat 4X (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand [what does it all mean] (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Verse Two: Sen Dog, Be-Real (Sen Dog) I been doin' all the dumb shit, yo, because I bet it's comin' from it I'm not gonna waste no time, fuckin' around like I got ya hummin Hummin'... comin' at cha... And you know I had to gat ya. (Be-Real) Time for some action, just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference into your sattelite, shinin a battle light, swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right. Here's an example, just a little sample. How I could just kill a man! One-time tried to come in my home, take my chrome, I said Yo, it's on. Take cover son, or you're ass-out. How you like my chrome , then I watched the rookie pass out. Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway... Hahaha... that young punk had to pay. So I just killed a man! Chorus Verse Three: Be Real It's gonna be a long time before I finish one of the many missions that I have to establish To light my spliff, ignite ya with these sights and if you ain't down: bullshit! Say some punk try to get you for your auto, Would you call the one-time, play the role model No, I think you play like a thug Next hear the shot of a magnum slug Hummin', comin' at cha yeah ya know I'm gonna gat ya How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been, understand where I'm coming from. When you're up on the hill, in your big home I'm out here, risking my dome. Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat just to stay alive, aiyyo I gotta say fuck it . (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Chorus: Outro: All I wanted was a Pepsi

Where I've Been All Day

LUNIZ
featuring Dru Down Richie Rich E 40 Shock G Spice 1 Michael Marshall Intro Ha ha the remix (5 on it) We creepin in too baby We got five on that thing man We got uh Dru Down We got the LUNIZ (Shock G) Yeah Richie Rich E 40 Spice 1 Verse One: Dru Down You say you got five on my tenda You can bend a over the table But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable, Say, bruh? No elementary school ground plan, Not a five dollar bill, But five double zero on the real, feel I'm on the level, stair mellow, No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed during a high-speed But still don't tap the B.B.s I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby Verse Two: Knumskull Like Nyquil, I drop fever, So either put your five up, Or ya gots to leave it like Deva Cause see ya, Nigga perkin broke and smoke ya spliff all day Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, and 40's Cause +This is How We Do It+ like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigga is a gonna, Now I'm blowin it up like Oklahoma Verse Three: Richie Rich Put ya fi-ve with my fin, Best believe we'll bend Mo corners than you thought, To somethin writers bought More zig-zags believe that Tokin, where you from? Oakland Smokin In attempts to crack the chest plate, The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me An every event I'm sacked up, So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me Chorus: Michael Marshall I got five on it, Grab ya four, let's get keyed, I got five on it, Messin wit dat indo weed I got five on it, It's got me stuck and toed back, I got five on it, Potna, let's go half on a sack Verse Four: E-40 E-40 Why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen Fives gets slapped and rubbin them girls just a little bit of light weight Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and Northern Lights You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin my civil rights I'm startin to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, sprinkle me Verse Five: Yukmouth Me an E-40 to the head, comin fifth, plus You let the lead bust, Ready to do a murda, man? Perved off the Hurricane, hurled again Witness we'll bein off two-fifths equal, Killing people like Jason, facin death every sequel (Insane in the membrane!) Bring the pain like Method Neglected, Smokin crips to the night to the brains for breakfast Cause for the in-do fins do the evil that men do, Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continue Chorus Verse Six: Shock G Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town, Mess around heard young ginome said I've gotta be down Cause new styles is goin down, look around you Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you Back to get my O on, they let me flow on The thirty-five on it, Yeah, I'm on it, Still brinin satin for them draws Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause Verse Seven: Spice 1 Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane, Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock Sippin on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo Rollin up my window, fittin to go to the land, With a hand fulla brocoli, When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man Crutch nasty I be hittin the J so hard I hurl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke THC ain't no joke I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an croaaaakkkkk Chorus Outro Ha ha, wassup baby It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight You little short on some ends? Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

Times Wastin'

Fatal Hussein "In The Line Of Fire"
Verse one You can't even picture tho' examples and shit ya wrote I run up on ya faggot ass fast and slit ya throat carry my weight like luggage my bone is thuggish ruggish it's on from storm I'm wearin' the teflon vest rest in born in rubbish free spots and Ez spots rock like Holly Mzots one of the top notches of the block and I hardly touch my Pz knots three point five thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live I flip, tell'em shit to Nix hang ya picture, throw'em all that sippin' on that, you ain't hard that ah, you fallin' to buildin' I'm like where's ya heart at I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town and get torn apart, times wastin' Chorus [Singer]- It's the life that you live, when your hangin' on bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you shit off how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x) [Fatal talkin' over chorus] It's no way out the game you can't see it Verse two The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep I handle mics, like Hardaway and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit when he ridin' on my dick nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip and use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull shit they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies thinkin' the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I'll lonely fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga stuck me I'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe beatin' down slow, cuz you niggaz, don't know Chorus (2x) Verse three Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board my clout board, i'm clockin' spots down south soar I'm bad company, these cats be huntin' me frontin', and say they dumped at me but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block I'll be glockin' till I drop, a deuce deuce on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey told me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas don't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'ned these streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shady if you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin' Chorus (4.5x)

Times Wastin'

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
Verse one You can't even picture tho' examples, and shit ya wrote I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish it's on from storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vest rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and Ez spots rock like Holly Mzots, one of the top notches of the block and I hardly touch my Pz knots, three point five thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live I flip, tell'em shit to Nix hang ya picture, throw'em all that sippin' on that, you ain't hard that ah, you fallin' to buildin' I'm like where's ya heart at I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town and get torn apart, times wastin' Chorus [Singer]- It's the life that you live, when your hangin' on bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you shit off how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x) [Fatal talkin' over chorus] It's no way out the game you can't see it Verse two The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep I handle mics, like Hardaway and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit when he ridin' on my dick nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip and use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull shit they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies thinkin' the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I'll lonely fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga stuck me I'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe beatin' down slow, cuz you niggaz, don't know Chorus (2x) Verse three Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board my clout board, i'm clockin' spots down south soar I'm bad company, these cats be huntin' me frontin', and say they dumped at me but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block I'll be glockin' till I drop, a deuce deuce on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey told me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas don't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'ned these streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shady if you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin' Chorus (4.5x)

Media

Keith Murray "It's a Beautiful Thing"
Intro: Motherfucker. You motherfuckers! Verse 1: Keith Murray flips the undergroup cut dope funk flow chromotose So listen close I'm like the undertaker turning rappers into ghosts Host and roast MC's like I'm suppose I can send L.O.D. to bust caps perhaps Bring E and Red and we can kick some raps This track is so sickenin' and bouncin' Make you nod your head so much you need counciling I flow to a rough kind of mode Competition run for cover cause I'm droppin' loads No brainer crossing over in the Range Rover Insainer pack heat like a super nova Keith Murray gets it on and poppin' Shut it down like administrative lockin' Marble face poetry poverty hard Perform like the ? We went from allies to enemies Stingin' like centipedes Sit around and watch death come in threes I burn like lye Gruesome like Faces Of Death parts 1,2,3,4 and 5 Hook: Everyday I got a new style hatchin' This is more than rappin' this is media hyjackin' As long as I'm alive I'm a keep the vibe 24-7 365 - Redman (x2) Verse 2: I'm a leader without affair Soldier without a past Come around here frontin' and we gonna splash your ass And you feelin' me you drillin' me with maximum intensity Intentionally that's how it's suppose to be Spectacular monster rap or slasher At the nightfall I'm after ya like Blackula I rap with a Blackenstein frame of mind Aircraft fly when I use to push my braids to the side Slide from Keith Jekyle to Murray Hyde My battle cry make niggas wanna just lay down and die It's imparitive that you feel the heritage I provide Comin' courtesy but with no Jive ? freaka, conversatin' through frequent modulations out digital speakers I make you give it all you got don't stop for a breather Turn a rap aethesist into a Def Squad believer Yo Keith Murray can't be touched Plus girls jump in my flow like double dutch What Hook Verse 3: You went from a full course meal to a half chicken wing Girl you gotta grow up if you wanna do your thing You can't make me or break me but hate me greatly Call me on my birthday to try to aggrivate me Cause when I rock I got all the girls with me Got niggas bouncin' off the wall like spider monkey Bury the hatchet in the back of anybody tryin' to match it It's the vulture new fulture gonna scratch it while you catch it There's a hole in the bucket there lies a Nigga dead and stinkin' For sittin' around with his ass stinkin' Flamboyant undunted most wanted Those that don't understand it better get up on it God damn it The life of the party order hits like John Gotti But shhh that's on the low don't tell nobody The scientist of the George ave do work in the lab Test my experiments out on the ave They got you thinkin' but they lyin' anyways So when they gossipin' about us they got nothin' to say Don't play Hook Outro: Yeah yeah yeah once agian the incredible Mr. Murray comin' at you incredible Def Squad unforgeytable. Flippin' the script and all that other good shit We gonna let y'all niggas know to your face what's up.

Make Way

Out Of Eden
make way for the crew shorty we comin thru shorty you know how we do shorty we're makin moves shorty i know you feel this beat so bump it in the clubs and bang it in your jeeps cause you just can't get enough let me tell you how it's goin down let me introduce the new show in town playin no games no messin round taking no prisoners how's that sound three young ladies comin out for you yo, it's been too long since you heard the truth so this is the real no substitute we've come to lay it down get it crunk for you you tired of hearing songs about things they've got when you are dead broke and ain't got alot got questions and answers they have not that's why we came here to blow up the spot you're ready for something new something more than my new car or my brand new shoes my burberry this or my twenty-two's well listen close as we break it down for you we represent for g-o-d full of life bringing positivity livin right cause that's the way fully clothed and that's okay trying to give a new point of view cause you to think the message that your life can be new that's what we bring you're wasting years and air you breath no clue about your destiny great is what you're meant to be here's the light for you to see cause we're walking different we smoke the competition we dope we're on a mission no joke this thing is real listen close to what we say what we say what we say we ain't coming just to play we've come to save the day

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