Lyrics:
Shadows glitch and disappear
My skin rips and lives in fear
A program of encoding
One code preventing me from floating
At the cost of my self
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
get a lil tips
Run the marathon
Man shout out neighborhood Nip
Never miss a gear when I shift
This here more like a meal
Court side sipping on a Moscow
roaches in my kitchen, Ramen Noodles in my cup
When I turned 18, is when I really turned up
Before my neighborhood was gang gang shit
c bunch of us ran
up they dribble
Say I'm a sinner, still a neighborhood figure
A fixture in my neighborhood 'til I'm grey and bitter
Stay in the neighborhood
Been
every boy
In the neighborhood
Who was up to no good
Her daddy told her 'no', but Francis thought she could
Do whatever she wanted to do
She was
(Express yourself)
(Go on and do it)
Now, getting back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressing ain't
We interrupt this program with a special bulletin:
America is now under marshall law.
All constitutional rights have been suspended.
Stay in your
(Express yourself)
(Go on and do it)
Now, getting back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressing ain't
and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
I don't trust ya
The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter
(aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
(I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't)
The second I
the chambers of torture
I caught ya you shoulda brought ya
Neighborhood to support ya
No one in my path will withstand
Under pressure the wrath
The gaungay got me high now I'm paranoida den these booches
Filthy rich, I'mma take the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch
to miss me with
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Crusing through the neighborhood
Some say I'm no good
Claimin' I'm a criminal
But lets make it understood
I'm just one
shot in the heart and um...
These are other scars that I've had from other neighborhood fightings and doesn't stop
Do you get used to death? Do you get
up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm
of my hip
Neighborhood watch better watch that ass
I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash
One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last
gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
Rhyme for my neighborhood
for my neighborhood banging out hits
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
To my man on the corner with the shotgun shell
Singing sad songs
you and your crew
Your family neighborhood and plus, heh,
They don't give a damn about us
One thing about them, they like to exploit though
there, when she speaks, people listen
She's the neighborhood "Prophetess/Evangelist"
But, fresh out of prison
Program after program, still on the corner;
Sugar come by and get me high [Repeat x9]
Look who's back on the program
Hookin' up another fly joint
When I flow on the slow jam.
When I
I'm digital now, got no choice but to get with the program
It's all documented, they watching like Homeland
I stay away from motherfuckers that be
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