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cypress hill - southland killers - featuring m.c. ren & king tee lyrics

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yeah, y’all know what the f-ck this is
mc motherf-ckin’ ren up in this b-tch n-gg-
yeah, all y’all b-tch–ss n-gg-s out here talkin’ all that sh-t
we ’bout to drop this motherf-cker on y’all like this
punk -ss n-gg-s out here, n-gg-
we some southland killers in this motherf-cker

n-gg-s all acrosss town, all up in the suburbs
while n-gg-s makin’ faces like the rock on the curb
n-gg- people’s elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
and groupie n-gg-s bangin’ for p-sses to the show

big–ss cheques wit’ plenty of o’s
and hoes wit’ big lips doin’ what they supposed
didn’t have sh-t ’till i started to bust
and y’all got sh-t ‘cos of my b-lls are cussed

ren and cypress hill, they ain’t liver than us
n-gg- legendary villian, who started the fuss
n-gg- double glock, c-cked, get your sh-t rocked
get your crib knocked, n-gg- have that rib popped

under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
clone motherf-ckers, always the villain, like the hubble
f-ck your bubble, i bust them sh-ts
plaques and sh-t, grab my d-ck, spit these hits

all, my n-gg-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)
cypress, hill click, yeah, we ready for war
(yeah, we ready for war)
(killers)
all y’all n-gg-s, better just hit the floor
(killers)

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 ain’t, the bullet-proof vest team
these n-gg-s shoot first they they askin’ check names
it’s less strain, it’s all real, i bet fame, it’s a chess game
wrong move and it’s checkmate

i might sound funny out here
but really, n-gg-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

all, my n-gg-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)
cypress, hill click, yeah, we ready for war
(yeah, we ready for war)
(killers)
all y’all n-gg-s, better just hit the floor
(killers)

you can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill
when your sh-t [incomprehensible] 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
busters get slayed, when you f-ck around with real
take time to feel, what i’m tellin’ you hoes
you couldn’t f-ck around with me if i was sellin’ you blows

just goes to show the incredible skill tell
b-tch n-gg-, now you trapped under my wig well
gettin’ trampled, dumped on and thumped on
scr-ped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song

don’t even f-ck with these southland grandes
we them 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

all, my n-gg-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)
cypress, hill click, yeah, we ready for war
(yeah, we ready for war)
(killers)
all y’all n-gg-s, better just hit the floor
(killers)

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