Verse One:      It's time I came to get mine   Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine   Why do the pigs come   Bring your ass on   Cross the line so I can get the blast on   Oh shit I'm empty but I've got a shake to the side   So don't even tempt me   Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with   the Pearl Jam and I'm packing the steel   Don't come my way cause it only takes one minute   to reach for the AK then why what you gonna do now   Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl   Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw   the towel in   I'm not doing the ill thing   'cause ain't nothing like the real thing      Verse Two:      GIve me a taste off open a place and a black nine   by the wate line   Never know when someone will test ya   Let you know I got mine by my body chest ya   I'm the big hum that became the attack   Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker   That I won't do anything for the looper   When I've reached the Hill I strap when I swoop      Click click bang bang   'cause it ain't no thang when I hang with Stone   And I kick that funky slang   You've got to do the funk when I've got to do the ill thing   'cause ain't nothing like the real thing