Lyrics:
not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.
need a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister
It's 4:20, roll up, n****
uh uh uh
156 Murray Hill Plaza
156 Murray Hill Plaza
156 Murray Hill Plaza
156 Murray Hill Plaza
Home sweet home
Ain't no place like this
156, roaming
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
Hill
Getting off this mountain soon
Tweakers come out under the full moon
My speakers blow out from my fuckin tunes
Got the fuckin blues
I'm wavy
pop outta the window we roll
Let the Ripster reel up off 'em
Better of this way,
Tossed off in the coffin and bagged,
Slang on the dark side man,
If you hold it down, keep it 100, you real
Samurai sword cut the brick, Kill Bill
I trap out the mansion on Beverly Hill
RIP to Uncle Phil, fresh
hella arrogant (Got me arrogant)
In my DMs but chill sis I'm curving him (Boy bye)
Guess he's never seen a bad bitch hold it down on her own like this
up on the hill, this was before I made a mil'
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?
Came from standin' in the field, I'll moonwalk you
I leave without a clue
Whattayou think makes up Cypress Hill?
Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
containment
Like I said this evil is resident
It all begins on a fucked up train
On a dark scary night in the wind and the rain
And Rebecca and Billy are slowly
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers
Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down,
"Gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down
my car with everything in tow
Can't you feel that awful heat on this August day
But it's not half as bad as Texas I'd say
A little lizard legging up
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
the moon, is where I was born and raised
And doomed for life, nigga this ain't no daylight
I love it, murderin' muthafuckas in the night
Deuced up ready
fourth, so I guess they're Yankees still
Though they've moved back to Cork now, up Military Hill
And the tide flows into Miltown, we come from far
the hills, way up in the hills
With Time To Kill, Time To Kill
Sleeping on the weekend cause I'm so exhausted
People really hating, talking outta pocket
This
the Ville
From Cypress to Sugar Hill
By the spot, had Shante on the block all day
You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante
We in the Jungle, brothers singing
to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas
G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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