Cypress Hill - We Live This Shit

(Chorus: Sen Dog) Eastside L.A. Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah We live this shit We latin-thug type Gat-blasters Weedsmokers Moneyholders, that's right (B-Real) Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack On my side is my ese can't fuck with that Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though Come in peace and you can come on the Hill bro But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill Fool drop your weapon or I'm comming for the kill Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya Watch it go through ya Ya smelling like manure Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer Enemy's a viewer I'm sipping on caluha Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas Chorus: (Sen Dog) Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click To my man on the corner with the shotgunshell Singing sad songs for the ones that fell To me it's kind of funny watching all these dummies Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho Need this looking raw before you come acting Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum Cause I been there Done that Fool check the format Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place What the fuck you wanna do now huh? Chorus: (B-Real) Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit Think I blast another give them something to deal with Cause I'm the ill one Oh the cap-peel one You comming round the Hill fucking son I gotta spill one Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival Living on the Eastside fighting for survival Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show yo Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo Off to the stone garden you go and stay there When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you're on my shoulders You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders Crushing every opponent in opposition I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission