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Lawrence Muggerud (born January 28, 1968), better known by his stage name DJ Muggs, is Cypress Hill's DJ and producer. He also produced tracks for Funkdoobiest, House of Pain, Dizzie Rascal, U2, Depeche Mode and more. He is the leader of LA art collective Soul Assassins. more »

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They copping my drug spot, they loving it
It's hot, I move the pot with a oven mitt
My crack look like the moon and the sky
F*ck you, you and your goon could die
I think big and got ink like a ink squid
I got tats like a ese
And I might write raps or an essay
And play craps on the best day
The dice hit the floor i lost, I rolled 6 4
Jump in the car, I roll a 6 4
And the whip color Jupiter too
But this shit look stupid in blue
Hey boo, your man keep fronting on steel
F*ck around, he'll be in front of my steel
And that'll be the last thing he'll ever see

My nine executed
Official Jesus looking electrocuted
We getting stacks, ain't no time to relax
Dropped a hundred on some scallops
Eating dinners for snacks
Hand made Cubans, hand made pastas
Hand held hammers that we
Purchased off the rosters
Somtime you gotta die before
You start to live
Where I'm from niggas roll up in your crib
You could beat a case
With the right amendment
I stay fly for a living
Like a flight attendant
Me counting currensy that I invented
Nothing is ever rented, nigga we owners
You could get your arm broke
Off trying to dethrone us
My got switched up
You bitches can't phone us I
Stay flashing like a blinker

Look, Versace shades, gold Rollie
Feeling like Big Poppa
Ain't nothing worse than a snitch
In a life of mobsters
I broke bread with took advice from rastas
Mase said I'm in Queens more than Mike Piaza
Just a TV in a cell
That's a house for trappers
I got a whole brick and then
I cook ounces for practice
I love how these rap niggas run
Their mouths in these captions
I still never seen a hollow
Tip bounce off a rapper, naw
Lemon squeeze in a set of gloves
We catch you on therebound like Kevin Love
The hate kept me on my toes
It was never love
I ran off with a half and found a better plug
Money coming fast, need a minute to count it
I bought all my shooters vestes
Get my bitches allowance
This for those that gotta sit, blowing sticks
Let's go to war til the death
Tow get in the thousands, pussy

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