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94 lines
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Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is
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MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch nigga
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Yeah, all y'all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit
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We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this (gun being loaded)
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Punk ass niggas out here, nigga
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We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker
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Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs
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While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb
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Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
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And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?)
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Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)
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And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah)
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Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust
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And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed
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Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us
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Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss
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Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked
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Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped
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Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
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Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like The Hubble
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Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits
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Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits
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All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?
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(Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!)
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Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust
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(Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)
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Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war
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(Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)
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All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor
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(Killers!)
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I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing
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Blown out your set, flames when the best sing
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It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
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They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things
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Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team
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These niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names
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It's less strain
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It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
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Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right)
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I might sound funny out here
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But really, niggas get money out here
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And hey, everyday is sunny out here
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So listen, don't play dummy out here
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King try for bust make your whole pack run
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Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns
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Fat ones, all cold and black ones
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Southland Killin', it's just how that's done
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All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?
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(Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!)
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Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust
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(Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)
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Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war
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(Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)
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All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor
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(Killers!)
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You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill
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but when your shit (?) is when die on the Hill
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We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel
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When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
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Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
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(Sen Dog) BUSTERS GET SLAYED...!
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...when you fuck around with Real
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Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes)
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You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows
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Just goes to show the incredible skill tell
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Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well
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Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on
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Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG
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Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes
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We the vatos that run on Los Angeles
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Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me
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If you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY!
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All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?
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(Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!)
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Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust
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(Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)
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Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war
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(Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)
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All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor
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(Killers!)
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_______________________
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Name Southland Killers
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Artist Cypress Hill
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Album Stoned Raiders
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