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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Performer
Shag
Shag
Background Vocals
Reg Dog
Reg Dog
Bass
Buddah Monks
Buddah Monks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Arranger
B-Real
B-Real
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Producer
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Producer
Jason Roberts
Jason Roberts
Engineer
Ben Wallach
Ben Wallach
Assistant Engineer
Lamont Hyde
Lamont Hyde
Assistant Engineer
Manny Lecuona
Manny Lecuona
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Some people tell me that I need help Some people can fuck off and go to hell God damn, why they criticize me? Now, shit is on the rise and my family despise me Fuck 'em and feed 'em, 'cause I don't need 'em I won't join 'em if I can beat 'em They don't understand my logic To my gat, to my money, and I'm hook on chronic I never wanted to hurt a nigga Unless you come flexing that trigger I'll dig ya that grave on the East side of town Now, you're six feet underground From man to the dust to the ashes All I remember, tell me where the cash is Click-clack, barrel at my dome Give all your loot or you ain't going home But I ain't going out on a bang Wa-dada-dang, wa-dada-da-dang I'm having illusions, all this confusion's Driving me mad inside I'm having illusions, all this confusion's Fuckin' me up with my mind I'm having illusions, all this confusion's Driving me mad inside I'm having illusions, all this confusion's Fuckin' me up with my mind Motherfuckers be driving me up the walls Hoping that I fall, but they can lick my balls Straight jacket, strap it In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it (punk ass) Distracted from all reality, now I'm let out on a minor technicality They all fucked up now 'Cause they let a nigga back on the street, somehow I'm looking for someone like me Living in my own world, to my own degree On the loose in the city, looking at the hoe with the fake titties Looking at me and I feel shitty A lil' tensed up, getting hot 'Cause she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot I'm trying to find ways to cope But I ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope I'm having illusions, all this confusion's Driving me mad inside I'm having illusions, all this confusion's Fuckin' me up with my mind I'm having illusions, all this confusion's Driving me mad inside I'm having illusions, all this confusion's Fuckin' me up with my mind I'm having illusions I'm having illusions I'm having illusions I'm having illusions I'm having illusions I'm having illusions I'm having illusions I'm having illusions
Writer(s): Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Gil Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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