Lyrics:
Ohh
Bitch I'm gonna smoke
On god
Now you see me goin'
Now you see my goin'
Bitch I'm gonna smoke
On god
(A-A-Ayo T, do yo magic)
Bitch I'm gonna
When that is, I don't know
But it is goin' down
Listen, it's goin' down, down, down holla' "Mayday!"
Them fiends looking for candy and them dealers
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Losing my head, losing my mind
All of the times that I wish that we spent
Up in the hills
get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot,
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Carol's house up on Telegraph Hill
You can see the lights going up out in Soldiers Field
Getting ready, for the county fair
County fair, county fair,
the best Smokes
Saturday i like to down,
Sunday I coupe to the City,
with my 4-15 for
B-B-B- beatin' at Nitti
[Chorus]
When i pull up in the club
im goin
reachin for a handout but ain't never lend a hand
You feel like you by yourself them n***** left you where you stand
And yo girl ain't who she say she is,
Up on the Hill
There's an old cul-de-sac
Where I finally learned how to pray
Surrounded by all
Of the brothers and sisters
That I made while
on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
(Keith Keith!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
[Keith Keith]
Run for help when the mic's in my hand
I kick rhymes like I'm
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
Take the piss out the man, head hancho
Got him down on the side like el rancho
Goin' up to the top, that's without cho
Now the bitches call me head
gonna dance come and dance with me (ah baby)
You know it's goin' down tonight
It's goin' down
Tonight tonight it's goin' down ya'll (ah baby)
Gotta' get
head
Scatter remains and paint your whole house red
Yeah, there's a bad man coming, a bad man coming down the hill
Yeah, there's a bad man coming, he's
Whoa
How the fuck you out here goin' tit for tat? (Tit for tat)
I should've saw the signs, how could I miss that? (How could I miss that?)
Ayy,
Okay
My favorite cousin's back in town
We goin' out
We don't know where we're goin'
We goin' out
And we took care of grandma, we held it down
born Uptown, the Boogie Down
If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down!
I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks
I'm another wild nigga
We goin' to peel, she throw on some heels
She fuckin' with me and knowin' the deal
She know I'm for real
I said, baby, come give me that head You must
Keep a glock for evil eye, niggas plottin on your pockets (niggas plottin)
Wipe your nose and wipe you down,
Can't trust a soul up in my town (at all)
the cash (Yes, sir)
Never sleepin'
Got a nigga daydreamin' for a nap
But my eyes open, ten-toes, head on a swivel
(Yes, sir) seen too many niggas heads down
somewhere in the Hills
Private jet, Givenchy clothes
Need some Fronto, I could roll
Shit, I'm counting, got me cold (ice cold)
I ain't goin' back
marrers
Well, try our wills and use our skill
To cut them ridges down below
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads
Collier lads for ever more, me boys
Byker
marrers
Well, try our wills and use our skill
To cut them ridges down below
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads
Collier lads for ever more, me boys
Byker
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