Cypress Hill IV

[B-Real]
I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right
Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light
Nothin better to do, than fuck with the pride
when you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
Billy club show me no love, think you above
all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close
Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label
You got nothin to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew
Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself
with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
Sword blade swingin you back off away
and the track off the real, straight off the Hill
What the deal motherfucker?

Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog

I got nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)

[Sen Dog]
I'm goin all out, showin y'all what I'm about
Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out
Takin this pencil, across the brain
Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained
all out my system, take em, and then I twist em
Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em
As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement
Comin with the thunder and lightning
Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
So I keep the writing, down for the fighting
Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting
And let me take space up, heat your face up
I'm goin all out, before the raise up

Chorus

Come on, come on

[B-Real]
I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out
In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin
You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin
Expression, feelin the tension over the session
The question, fillin your body with intention
Don't mention the profession, keep adressin
The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention
I'm goin the fuck out, Smith and Wesson
You better stall me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be settin the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace
No worries, set you with flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the city of furies
Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got nothin to lose so I gat fools with this

Chorus

[Sen Dog]
Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again
Comin to your record shop
Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners
We choppin heads off
And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby
This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium

[TV Reporter 1]
'We understand all of the officers in the Central Division
have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
to get into riot gear'

[TV Reporter 2]
'OK, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
Tensions are building
Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground'
('...Police in riot gear...')
'The police are, uh, forming a long line now...'

[B-Real]
In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait
Niggaz been waitin on our release date
I know how to pick em up, stick em up
Everybody go crazy while I'm fuckin shit up
Who's on the floor, while the beats break
Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket
to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop
You gotta get the fuck out of the spot
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Good reigns over evil, how it be though
I'm doing it my way, like Carlito
Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so
Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up
Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up

Riot....Starter
Riot....Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
'Yeah...move it to the side
Cypress Hill coming through once again
Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine
Forever baby, come again now!'

[B-Real]
People like talkin, but can't walk a mile
Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style
I start the riot up, fire it up
Watch the roof cave in, while I'm lightin the shit up
You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal
Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo
don't move unless you feelin the whole move
Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room
Still no real souls, heal those through real shows
Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those
Then I pealed those off of the wall who got bombed
Cypress Hill reignin supreme, we stand tall
People never answer their call, they fall slow
When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll

Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
'Yo, get the fuck up out the stage
We gonna tear the roof up off this motherfucker
Yo, move the fuck out kid
We gonna tear this shit up
Hit that breakdown, homie!'

[B-Real]
Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down
Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned
Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate
while I'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state
Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon
No delay on the mission, I breathe calm
Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone
Makin the scrilla, Manilla, the Don Juan
Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes
Don't even try to think though, I'm a kilo
Dope shit, my position remains firm
Fuckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm
Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it
When the stoned of Soul comin to return

Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
'Yo, get the fuck out of the way or get hurt man
You got to move motherfucker, you got to move
You gotta make shit happen
Yo, once again, this is Sen Dog
All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory
Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahmsayin?
Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country
Whereever you at, yo check this shit out
We comin hard baby, we bringin it live
We gonna burn that motherfucker down yo
Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up
We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it
As long you get out the fuckin way, let Cypress come through
Woooorrrdd, yeah
We gonna call this one...the Riot, Starter!
We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit
Riot Starteeerrrrr!

[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)

Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!)
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate
And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm fuckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it
The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
for help, and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin

[Sen Dog]
Boo-yah!... come on, motherfucker

[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)

WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big
Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherfucker!)
You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
Your head is, gettin fucked and I'm skippin the intercourse
Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin paper
chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator
The greater the risk you fuckin hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow
with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow
Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season

[Sen Dog]
Nighty-night, mothafucka

[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra (7x)

'Attention all personnel
The time has come!
Attention all personnel
Attention all personnel'

'The world's famous
The world's famous
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous
Cypress Hill
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous'

'Attention all personnel
Attention all personnel'

'The Soul Assassin button has now been activated'

'The time has come!
Attention all personnel
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The time has come!'

[Sen-Dog]
Ain't taking, nobody back with me
It's on till the end with anybody who want to hit me
Ain't looking back, putting it all on the line
Don't give a fuck, bring the rough one time
And I think we should all get down and busy
Say the four word and you spin until your dizzy
Niggas say who is he, but I'm the ? fact
Same fool that's watching, is the one who stabs your back
So, make a plot, but yo, it's non-stop
Knowing exactly who comes on the block
Take no prisoners, put that in effect
Get the name from your set, and tat it on your neck
Let these know motherfuckers know who got next
Southside represent, I be catching wreck
And show your respect, when you step up to me son
Don't imitate, cuz my style ain't in season
Go back to the lab, upgrade the chump
Get a new ? gun before you get dum dum

[B-Real & Sen-Dog]
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!


[B-Real]
Take a ride
When lightning strikes, city lights are gleaming
No sunshine, no California dreaming
The demon is roaming on the loose, you got juice
Up for abuse, when electric currents are induced
?, rock on, the brain waves
What you clocking, I be dropping the bomb, you getting maimed
The games you play, look up and say you want to change
And rearrange, the strange, you never go the way
Don't look back, forget that, you need that
Just sit back, look at the show, and see that
Display the raw power, black out
Even the score, open the door, and break out
Leave it alone, the unknown fury, blind rage
Move aside, get wise and make the front page
Center stage, you ?, and leave with
Go suffer the pain, leave us alone, or be fixed
The heart beat, pumping your blood, high pressure
Look at you stuck in the mud, bring in the stretcher
Strapped down, ready to roll, the god knows
Tears coming down, the bucking, so ? slow

[B-Real & Sen-Dog]
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!

Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog

B-R: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
B-R: Primero yo... (me first...)
(gulp)
B-R: *grrrrrah!*
B-R and SD: *mexican yells*
SD: Cometelo! (eat it!)

Verse One: B Smooth

Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm
(overlapping intro's end)

Tequila spice, hot nice
Milling rice, sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!

Chorus

Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)

Verse Two: B-Real

I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top

Chorus

Verse Three: B-Real

Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie

Chorus

(music outro)

Ladies and gentlemen
We would like to present to you
a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous
Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill

[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man's list
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse One: B-Real

So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy
on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be
one who is solo, runnin the whole game
That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine
But I'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers
Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer
This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill
Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme
like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow
I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source
Tried to get XXL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel

[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse Two: B-Real

I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save
your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin
That's like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson
Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind
the physical, better run to the spiritual
Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it
from the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The fuckin cynical shit brains
As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO!
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin flow
but you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow

[B-Real] 16 men let me see who's next
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse Three: B-Real

Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
Who made him all the money to overcome?
Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab
He was rollin big balla style, high profile
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
Welcome to the 360, degrees
Pay a fee when you fuckin your people over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no loyalty
to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty
Aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions
of everybody, you fucked over, you're Scared Sober

[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go

Verse Four: B-Real

Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul
And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo
Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
like Ass Miller, and that fuckin ex-dealer
Can't forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a
And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer
You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett
Let me step, over the hump, and represent it
You go down like Jerry, and get smacked
like Trick Leo, now here's your fuckin eulogy-o!

[B-Real] That was 16 men now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[B-Real] 16 men now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo

[MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah..

Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the som-brero
to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til..
cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah

'Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God' (2X)
'With the crew from off the Hill'

[B-Real]
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals
from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco
From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib
and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson
Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session

'Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God' (4X)
'With the crew from off the Hill'

[MC Eiht]
We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
tryin to send me to the penetentiary

[B-Real]
In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin
and leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers

'Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God' (5X)