Chorus]   Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins   We come and blast them   We Eastside riders, this is how we doin'      [B-Real]   I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones   Soul Assassins family click you know the dark one   Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us   To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers   Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off   The track, got em showin off, blowin off   All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up   Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes   God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways   To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa   Top billa, bankaccount filla   Spittin out more hot shit then Godzilla   The firebreatha, turn up your receiva   I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka      No you can't fuck with this...   No you can't fuck with this...      Chorus      [B-Real]   You can't hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry   Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry   Don't worry, Imma settle this, get the fist   I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist   You insist to be here, I make this clear   It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear   Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend   Hanging with my crew and steady serving   Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard   I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas   I make figures for all the soldiers to follow   Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ...   I see you in the next one, I test one   When you flex son, respect one, the best one   Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, blastin you on   In the race called life yo we passin you on      Chorus      Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins   We come and blast them   We Eastside riders, this is how we doin'      Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins   Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die