[B-Real]
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You're a lost soul rollin down the street
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Hustlin, scramblin, money you eat
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You wanna jack somebody, never look at me
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Cause I'm like you when I'm holdin heat
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You don't want to think about re-percussions
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Cause you don't give a fuck about who you rushin
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So what you gonna do when the blood is gushin?
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You're playin Roulette without the Russian
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The stakes are high; can you feel the pressure?
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Lookin at the club on top of your dresser
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Born for the big bank robbin your own
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Thinkin your stone but your weak ass throne
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Bitches like you ain't got no heart
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Paranoid, you're settin in, fallin apart
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How many times will you take to see it?
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You fallin away, but you don't believe it
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[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
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Jack me and you'll never go back
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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Where y'all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
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Jack me and I'll jump to attack
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Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
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Jack me and I'll jump to attack
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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[Sen Dog]
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Clothes are settin off from the start
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I'm crazy as fuck just like 2 Pac
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Mash on Cypress Hill in a Catalac truck
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Steels all gone, so I gotta play it ruff
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Got hate for do out there, I ain't jokin
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Can't hold me back these days, I'm out smokin
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And I still see myself as Enforcer
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Knock em in their face if they dedicate closer
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A Cuban massive man (Spanish)
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With real attack touch straight, from the ghetto
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Walk for a twenty all day like a (Spanish)
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Spit ball; lick all rhymes just like (Spanish)
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I run over fools like Dorsey Leathers
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And murder antiques like J-Rhyme I kill peasants
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Take over ships like Female Kastro
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Do anything that a nigga HAS TO
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[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
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Jack me and you'll never go back
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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Where y'all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
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Jack me and I'll jump to attack
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Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
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Jack me and I'll jump to attack
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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(Jack you back, jack you back)
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[B-Real]
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Lights are fucked up it's confusin
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Look at you now what road you choosin
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You'll never be a part of the revolution
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You fuck with me, feel the retribution
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Punk bitches can never deal with the real
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Cause you weak motherfuckers can't decide what you feel
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Always poppin shit and hide from the Hill
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Comin out where you reside for the kill
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[Sen Dog]
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Knocked out Pluto, Super Hill thriller
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Verbal assault, Soul Assassin killer
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Real master Mic, ca, sex come iller
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Stoned is a waste over, what you feeler
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Can't make moves so you go ask Chiller
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Try the Real Estate trust centipede riller
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Bet your ass that I'm bangin to the fullest
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And don't get in my way punk ass, not a Buddhist
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[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
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Jack me and you'll never go back
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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Where y'all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
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Jack me and I'll jump to attack
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Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
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Jack me and I'll jump to attack
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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Jack me and I'll jack you back
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Jack You Back
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Cypress Hill |