No Rest for the Wicked

Bitch-ass motherfucker Peter Pie ass nigga, stand on your own two feet Bitch, how the fuck you gon' bite somebody else's dick, nigga? Yours ain't long enough to put in your mouth What's up with that shit?" (Turn that shit up louder) Muggs, make it rough So many fools swingin' from my sack Let's talk about the one who had my back Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it To the motherfucker who calls himself "wicked" No rest, no peace, no sleep Doughboy rolling down the Hill 'cause it's all steep Jackson, lemme figure out the name Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz' game But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it Go on the head, gobble up the nuts Get your lips ready and tear this motherfucker up Talk about Eazy, correct yourself Cube, better sit back and check yourself "Yeah, nigga! My homie thought he had a homie in you He let you listen to our motherfuckin' cut And you turned around and put some old "Friday" shit out What kind of shit is that?" Hmmm, let's talk about this First solo album on the east coast dick The east coast nigga's all showed ya love Especially the one known as the King Sun He tried to warn us nigga's about ya But nobody would listen Even began dissin' Two albums later, you callin' my crew All because ya wanna be Cypress Cube Shoulda known that you couldn't hang in the alley Good boy went to school out in the valley Fuck it, lemme make this understood Speakin' on Mama's little 'Boys in the Hood' "No Vaseline" Just a rope and a chair and gasoline (burning your ass up!) Lench Mob is a friend of mine But you talked about them niggaz from behind "You know what a chazzer is, O'Shea? A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight" Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide? Taadow, look at who's waitin' outside "I got a can of kick-ass wit' your motherfuckin' name on it, Cube You wann come collect it, or should I bring it to you? 'Cause all that bullshit you doin', ain't shit fly about that shit Motherfuckin' thing, and I ain't bullshittin' You beat them back then fuck off, and that's real Kick rocks buster" Natural born bullshitta Lemme hit ya with a dose of reality when I get wit' ya Your homie came knockin', he had to chain my suit You put a pipe on your cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha Let me take you down under on a plane While everybody was going insane Took a look at the Real one: afro gone The next morning, you didn't have yours on How many ways will you bite my shit? Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set? Caution, when you enter the zone Never used to bang 'til you hit the microphone I got Cube melting in a tray Pulling up his card and fucking up his "good day" Unoriginal rap veteran The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea Fuck 'im, and send him on his way! "Cypress muthafuckin' Hill The hardest mothafuckin' posse there is out her nigga So how d'you figure you was gonna step to this? Yeah nigga, the big damn wham-bam Cypress Hill Tibby tibby toe fool, all for your mothafuckin' dope Nigga, you can't hang with the hill, what the fuck you was thinkin' about? You know you step to this, you gotta step correct 'Cause Cypress ain't havin' that shit Yeah nigga, we crack and fuck you next, who gives a fuck, a mad fuck? So bring it on, if you wanna test it."