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Cypress Hill is an American hip hop group from South Gate, California. Cypress Hill was the first Cuban-American/Latino hip hop group to have platinum and multi-platinum albums, selling over 18 million albums worldwide. They are one of the most well-known groups in West Coast rap and Hip Hop in general and are critically acclaimed for their first two groundbreaking albums. more »

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2004

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[Verse One]
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire
Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream
Fall for cenetries physical and the mental
When I crashed through work

I was cursed but still I
Quit my curse found my hustle
Stack paper made it world wide
Feeling the dream, don't be a hater son

Think you the greater one
Gotta put you on the fader son
Cut your a** up see you later
Gotta drop till your praying n****

You ain't a player hust a frail n****
I'm the slayer in your nightmares
Unstoppable
When you see me on the street

Call a audible
I got you covered, face it
And you can't dodge this bullet baby
This ain't the matrix

Got to put you in your placement
Hide your body in the basement
Your boys wonder where your face went

[Chorus: x2]
Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers
To calm down/I sell
But still explode
Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self
They can't f*** with us, we laugh last

[Verse Two]
Backbreakers of the game
Many many musical
Legendary criminal destined to be professional
I rain supreme

Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range
No doubt about it
We grew up in the cloud
Read up in your magazine just to see what were about

Peep into the case, see me, ask
Why that black a** n**** flow over the piano
Droppin it good
For that hoody in the front row

that's my good pro down for the juggalo
Three guns busted for the battle man
Shoot the whole scene make the motherf***er rattle
Duece, double o, slow

Church folk say we ain't got too many more
Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush
So be careful on what you trusting

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse Three]
Yo
I was walking on the block
Heard a couple shots
Caught one in the leg

And I know who did it
They gonna get it
Wrap up my leg
Bounced upstairs and got strapped up

I love that drama s***
I'm all ga**ed up
I lit that kush up and got doughed up
And thought about all the foul s*** I did

I can't help it, I was this way since a kid
Then I slide out the crib
Hunt down my pray
The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay

Ran up on homes
And blast away
He pa**ed away twin got the last laugh today
Anybody front I keep that on me

You had to die homey that's part of the game
I got guns put n****z don't know how to aim
I'm in the shooting range mastering the art

[Chorus: x2]

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