[Chorus]
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Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins
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We come and blast them
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We Eastside riders, this is how we doin'
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[B-Real]
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I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones
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Soul Assassins family click you know the dark one
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Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us
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To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers
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Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off
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The track, got em showin off, blowin off
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All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up
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Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes
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God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways
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To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa
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Top billa, bankaccount filla
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Spittin out more hot shit then Godzilla
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The firebreatha, turn up your receiva
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I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka
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No you can't fuck with this...
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No you can't fuck with this...
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Chorus
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[B-Real]
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You can't hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry
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Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry
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Don't worry, Imma settle this, get the fist
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I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist
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You insist to be here, I make this clear
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It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear
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Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend
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Hanging with my crew and steady serving
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Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard
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I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas
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I make figures for all the soldiers to follow
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Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ...
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I see you in the next one, I test one
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When you flex son, respect one, the best one
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Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, blastin you on
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In the race called life yo we passin you on
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Chorus
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Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins
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We come and blast them
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We Eastside riders, this is how we doin'
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Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins
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Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die
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Don't Trip
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DJ Muggs |