Killa Hill Niggas
Cypress Hill
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"Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda Aqui yo soy, yo soy el Capitan Pingaloca y to' mundo aqui, Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye, revolucion compadre!" In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest MC's in the game running for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sitting on top is the Hill looking over you Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream Cooking up a scheme for all them big bank figures The world is yours, but it can be mine and his Bust you out the frame, I don't give a f*ck who it is Number one mission, opposition Get thrown sent home in dead position In the casket, best wishes At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes Full out search for the body Of the MC's who be coming to disrupt the party No wins, no ends, no way That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again! Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered Sabas get blasted for words he packaged Peep the sequence, crab adolescents, on his defense Power-you niggas talking fast like Puerto Ricans What you seeking, son I catch cream like Dominicans Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speaking, wild as Indians Tomahawk, Shaoling slang, the violent talk Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports What you thought? Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant I'm taking these cannabis plants yo for grant' Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon From a dune in the desert Mega-Babylon pleasure Coming out the dime piece, smell my aroma Warrior nomad, put you in a coma Comma, llama, smash-crashing your armor Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals And if not yo, credentials are essential I see reality, few things surrounding me Three like a spread, precise strikes the lyric Not fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon Five part criminal, two part felon That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger That that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back, Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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Written by: Louis M. Freeze, Robert F. Diggs
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