Hand On the Pump

Well, I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat

On my side is my gat, see, I'm all of that

Spittin' out buck shots, boy, I'm gonna wet ya

Runnin' hot, but I'm still comin' to get ya

Thinkin' like a peace smoke, comin' on a homocide

You talkin' shit, tryna take me for a ride

I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel

Finger on the trigger with my hands up on the steel

Lettin' out a bullet, this is goin', "Boo-ya"

You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now?

Being the hunted one is no fun

Here I come son, yo, I think ya better run

Better run more, and move a little faster

Second of thought and I'm comin' to blast ya

With my

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Left hand on a forty (Puffin' on a blunt)

Pumped my shotgun (Them **** didn't jump)

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program

Ain't takin' shit from you, him, or no man

Master-mind maniac and a menace, so

How they want to pass sentence?

All because a **** tried to play me on the trigger

He missed, so now the ****'s pissed

Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point

Your fuckin' card'll get pulled now

I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And I'm handin' out beatdowns

I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And I'm handin' out beatdowns

Put me in chains, try to beat my brains

I can get out, but the grudge remains

When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya

Fuckin' do ya, shotgun go, "Boo-ya"

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Left hand on a forty (Puffin' on a blunt)

Pumped my shotgun (Them **** didn't jump)

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit

Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with

'Cause I'm the chill one, known to get ill one

They stepped to the Hill, what's up? I had to kill one

Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And they got me on lockdown

Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle

And they got me on lock down

Livin' like a **** who done lost his mind

'Cause I ain't goin' out like a spineless jellyfish

Some say, "Life is a bitch"

Ask that punk who dug his own ditch

Up for the Hill, fuckin' up at a party

Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

Look at all of those funeral cars

'Cause I'm a

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Left hand on a forty (Puffin' on a blunt)

Pumped my shotgun (Them **** didn't jump)

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la