(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man
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You better untie me from this chair nigga
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You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!
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You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!
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Do you know who the fuck I am?)
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[beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks]
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Right [duct tape being unrolled]
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Sho' you right
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You want a cigarette nigga?
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[B-Real]
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You was a good kid, your parents musta loved you
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They got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubble
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They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin
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We used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousin
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We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy
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What made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady?
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We had good times, committin hood crimes
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We drew lines but you never understood mine
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You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me
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I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony
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I guess it manifested when I got the call early
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They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly
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She had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it?
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I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it
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Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere
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I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair
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You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly
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They tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badly
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Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers
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You 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle
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Now it's time to pay, any last words to say?
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I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray
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Don't even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga
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Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga
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You shoulda thought of that long ago before you fucked me
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You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky
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But now it's pay the piper, no fuckin traps or snipers
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Just the gas and lighter, caught up in the web of spiders
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But now you get devoured, burnin in the flames you coward
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This is the very hour, I send your family flowers
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I'm sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without you
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They'll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you
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[Cypress Hill]
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Relax... no no it's okay
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Let me give you a light [muffled: "Oh SHIT!"]
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[flames roaring, a voice screaming]
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That's my favorite fucking song..
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[in the background, "Pigs" by Cypress Hill plays]
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[B-Real]
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This pig harassed the whole neighborhood
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Well this pig worked at the station
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This pig he killed my Homeboy
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so the fuckin pig, went on a vacation
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This pig he is the chief
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Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley
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He's got a son that's a pig too
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He's collectin pay-offs from a dark alley
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This pig's known as a narco..
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[music fades]
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One Last Cigarette
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| Cypress Hill |
