(feat. King Tee, MC Ren)



[Intro: MC Ren]

Yeah, y'all know what the $#&@ this is

MC mother$#&@in' Ren up in this (*##$ ^!$$%
Yeah, all y'all (*##$-ass ^!$$%s out here talkin all that %#@!
We 'bout to drop this mother$#&@er on y'all like this [gun being loaded]

Punk $$# ^!$$%s out here, ^!$$%
We some Southland Killers in this mother$#&@er [gun is @@#!ed]
[GUNSHOT]


[MC Ren]
^!$$%s all acrosss town, up in the suburbs

While ^!$$%s makin' faces like The Rock on the curb
^!$$% People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie ^!$$%s bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?)

Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah)
Didn't have %#@! 'till I started to bust

And y'all got %#@! 'cos of my balls are cussed
Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us
^!$$% Legendary Villian, who started the fuss

^!$$% double glock, @@#!ed, get your %#@! rocked
Get your crib knocked, ^!$$% have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble

Clone mother$#&@ers, always the villain, like The Hubble
$#&@ your bubble, I bust them %#@!s
Plaques and %#@!, grab my dick, spit these hits


[Chorus: B-Real]


All, my ^!$$%s, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)
Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)

All y'all ^!$$%s, better just hit the floor (Killers!)

[King Tee]

I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing
Blown out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain

They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team
These ^!$$%s shoot first they they askin (?) names

It's less strain
It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right)

I might sound funny out here
But really, ^!$$%s get money out here
And hey, everyday is sunny out here

So listen, don't play dummy out here
King try for bust make your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns

Fat ones, all cold and black ones
Southland Killin', it's just how that's done


[Chorus]

[Sen Dog and B-Real]

You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill
but when your %#@! (?) is when die on the Hill
We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel

When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
[Sen Dog] BUSTERS GET SLAYED...!


[B-Real]
...when you $#&@ around with Real

Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes)
You couldn't $#&@ around with me if I was sellin' you blows
Just goes to show the incredible skill tell

(*##$ ^!$$%, now you trapped under my wig well
Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG


[Sen Dog]
Don't even $#&@ with these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los Angeles
Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me

If you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY!

[Chorus]