Southland Killers (feat. M.C. Ren and King Tee)

Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is MC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga Yeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit We about to drop this motherfucker on you all like this Punk ass niggas out here, nigga We some southland killers in this motherfucker Niggas all across town, all up in the suburbs While niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb Nigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed Didn't have shit till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us Nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits All, my niggas, 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 you all niggas, 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 them, the bullet-proof vest team These niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas, 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 you all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers!) You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill We get, high on the hill, 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 fuck around with real Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows Just goes to show the incredible skill tell Bitch nigga, 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 Don't even fuck 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 All my niggas, 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 you all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers!)