| Well I’m an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
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| On my side you see my gat, see I’m all of that
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| Sendin off buck shots for I’m gonna wetcha
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| Running hard, but I’m still coming to getcha
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| Thinking like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide
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| You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride
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| I’m not a bad guy, but I’m the funky feel one
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| Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
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| Lettin out a bullet, this is going boo-yaa
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| You’re stuck in my so hood, so what ya gonna do now?
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| Being the hunted one is no fun
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| Here I come son, yo I think you better run
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| Better run more, and move a little faster
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| Second of thought and I’m coming to blast ya With my Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
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| Left hand on a forty,
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| Pumped my shotgun,
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| Lala la la lala la laaaaa…
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| Verse Two
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| Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program
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| Ain’t takin shit from you him or no man
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| Master mind maniac and a menace soooo
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| How they want to pass sentence
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| All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
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| He missed, so now the nigga’s pissed
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| Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
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| Your fuckin car to get pulled, now
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| I’m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
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| And I’m handin out beatdowns
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| I’m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
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| And I’m handin out beatdowns
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| Put me in chains, try to beat my brains
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| I can get out, but the grudge remains
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| When I see ya punk ass, I’m gonna getcha
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| Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!
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| Verse Three
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| Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
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| Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with,
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| Cuz I’m the chill one, known to get ill one
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| They stepped to the Hill What’s up?, I had to kill one
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| Now I’m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
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| And they got me on lock down
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| Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
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| And they got me on lock down
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| Hit me like a nigga who done lost his mind
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| Cause I ain’t goin out like a spineless jellyfish
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| Some say life is a bitch
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| Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
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| Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party
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| Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
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| Lala la la lala la laaa
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| Look at all of those funeral cars
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| Cause I’ma |